The Late Nighters

its late, says the clock, but this conversation, i dont wanna block,
see the time runs tick tock tick tock tick tock,
i feel very sleepy while i talk,
but u wont let me stop,
i see the stars watching us from up there, somewhere
i feel they too might wonder,
what makes us up so late wen the world is in deep slumber,
we talk about things that fascinate us,
we talk about moments that anticipate us,
when we think we have talked it all,
one thing or other comes out of the sprawl,
i have lived my life for many reasons of which one is u,
this dark night knows everything,
it is aware of the fact that my words are true,
my eyelids are heavy with the growing night,
but what i hear from u makes me feel light,
what are the things that are left,
is it about the thief or is it about the theft,
the thief has played smart,
kept on talking and didnt let me say,
the theif quitely entered and took my heart back on its way.