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...