fly by night
george benson
it's hard to say i'm sorry
may we just forget about today
i laid my love beside the door
and left you sleeping on the floor
and though you might think
i have no stomach for the dawn
i feel i should be moving on
now lady luck's deserted me
the ghosts of love stand clear to see
strange figures in the dark
did cupid strike and leave his mark?
it seems his arrows fly by night