Firefly...

We drive at night, through the red.
The purple sky can't catch us.
I run my fingers through your hair.
The moonlight tries to touch us.
As it reaches lower all the street lights now bow out.

You put down the window, so I can touch the night.
It echoes silently in the distance, just out of sight.
I take some in my hand and put it in my pocket.
Because what's the use of having light, without a bit of night.