I came and I saw love, but I waited; I looked to another night. 
There is a song - a black refrain that’s racked with guilt and teased by pain. What does it mean? 
It lifts for no reason, changes moods like the seasons. As if I had to prove myself. 
But I could only sing to you, pray for you, read our last rites. 
I know that song; it’s Casablancan night.

Foresight, like twilight it flees. Moonlighting and caution floats on the breeze across the sea. 
There is a song keeps haunting me - my malady for all to see. What does it mean? 
See love in its death row. Come and laugh at the sideshow. I didn’t have to prove myself. 
I only had to sing to you, pray for you, read our last rites. 
I know that song; it’s Casablancan night.