On a bicycle built for two bent like spoons in the bed Pedaling through – they do what they do She looks suspicious of his wishes while the bicycle man Looks down at the road wondering if she knows The couple veer right – So goes the night So go the roses that she was expecting We stroll on, my darling, we stroll on And hold tight – So goes the night Past the man dancing on the saddle The magnificent horse with the silver bridle and half-crazy eyes With a garland of yellow roses twining round the mad horse As she gallops below him, her eye on the prize The gait isn't right – So goes the night Down goes the dancer, tumbling, tumbling We stroll on, my darling, we stroll on And hold tight – So goes the night There in the park with the silhouette spiders That fiddle like poets in fine silver lines You're whistling something and nothing is finer Than strolling and whistling ... here, you are mine Out past the embankment the city is drowning in light So goes the night We stroll on, my darling, we stroll on... The puppeteer in the arboretum Yellow roses appear, but will she See them with black bu*ton eyes? We stroll on, my darling, we stroll on We stroll on, my darling, we stroll on We stroll on, my darling, we stroll on Hold on tight So goes the night.