by Carine Michiels
Will you be there tonight, my love?
Will you be there, dressed in anonymous black,
your eyes, gazing into mine from behind that mask,
swiftly searching their way to my heart?
Will you be there tonight, my love?
Will you be there riding on Tornado's back,
your smile, reflecting into the mirrors of my eyes,
tender and warm enough to melt any senorita's heart?
Will you be there tonight, my love?
Will you get rid of that costume in black,
and take off your mask, so that finally the both of us
can find the way to each other's heart?
