Romanticism

I wanna catch you at the right time Not a weekday or a work night But you're always busy, and never home Your depiction of attraction Sets me up as your distraction Waiting lately, to be alone Underneath the moonlight, I could turn it on Driving back to your house, to your favorite song A generation of romantics Getting caught up in semantics Foolish love comes off too strong Think you're afraid of really trying To show the feelings that you're hiding Why do I waste my time at all In between the movies, I could turn it on Lighting up the dancefloor to the break of dawn Eating at the late night, it's where we belong I never catch you at the right time It's a feeling that never feels right I'll call you, baby, on the phone Underneath the moonlight, I could turn it on (Turn it on, turn it on) Driving back to your house, to your favorite song (Favorite song, favorite song) In between the movies, I could turn it on (Turn it on, turn it on) Lighting up the dancefloor, to the break of dawn (Break of dawn, break of down) Underneath the moonlight (turn it on, turn it on) Driving back to your house (favorite song, favorite song) In between the movies (turn it on, turn it on) Lighting up the dancefloor...