Stolen nights
Summer windows, midnight drive,
Secret corners where we hide.
Sweat and glitter on our skin,
Every maybe pulls me in.
Stayed for hours on your street,
Counting breaths instead of sleep.
If we’re wrong, we’ll make it right,
Keeping keys to borrowed nights.
Keep it low, keep it lightning,
Hands on mine, the world is frightening.
If they ask, we’ll play it light,
I’ll be your rumor in the night.
Stolen nights, we paint the city gold,
Hearts on fire where nobody knows.
Whispered vows under parking‑lot lights,
Kiss me quick—let the sirens pass by.
Stolen nights, we’re writing on the sky,
Cross my heart, I won’t say goodbye.
Hold me close till the morning bites,
Love lives loud in our stolen nights.
Polaroids in taxi glass,
Names we use that aren’t our past.
Ocean salt in tangled hair,
Truth gets louder when we dare.
I keep your jacket in my room,
Smells like thunder, neon bloom.
Every secret has a price,
We take the leap and pay it twice.
Keep it low, keep it lightning,
Hands on mine, the world is frightening.
If they look, we’ll dim the lights,
I’ll be your rumor in the night.
If tomorrow draws a line, we’ll blur it,
If our fearless hearts get hurt, we’ll cure it.
I won’t trade the heat we found tonight
For a safer, quieter kind of light.
Stolen nights, we paint the city gold,
Hearts on fire where nobody knows.
Say it soft, say it twice alright,
I am yours in these stolen nights.
Hold me close till the morning bites,
We’ll outrun daylight stolen nights.
Stolen nights - intention
Version en anglais
Stolen Nights unfolds as a tribute to borrowed moments. The song speaks of loves that exist on the margins, in the gaps of everyday life, when night becomes a refuge and the outside world is kept at a distance.
These stolen nights are not shameful. They are precious. They belong to those who choose intensity over safety, fire over quiet comfort.
The lyrics evoke a clandestine intimacy. Anonymous places, temporary names, quick yet sincere gestures. Everything is fragile, temporary, but deeply alive, precisely because nothing is guaranteed.
At its core, this song represents the freedom of the present moment. Loving without long-term plans. Choosing the truth of a night over the comfort of a promise that feels too safe.
If one idea remains after listening, let it be this: some nights are not meant to last. They are meant to leave a mark, lingering like a secret kept warm.
Version en français
Stolen Nights s’inscrit comme un hommage aux instants volés. La chanson évoque ces amours qui existent à la marge, dans les interstices du quotidien, lorsque la nuit devient un refuge et que le monde extérieur doit rester à distance.
Ces nuits volées ne sont pas honteuses. Elles sont précieuses. Elles appartiennent à ceux qui choisissent l’intensité plutôt que la sécurité, le feu plutôt que le confort tranquille.
Les paroles dessinent une intimité clandestine. Des lieux anonymes, des noms provisoires, des gestes rapides mais sincères. Tout est fragile, temporaire, mais profondément vivant, justement parce que rien n’est garanti.
Au fond, cette chanson incarne la liberté assumée de l’instant. Aimer sans plan à long terme. Choisir la vérité d’une nuit plutôt que le mensonge d’une promesse trop sage.
S’il ne devait rester qu’une idée à l’écoute, ce serait celle-ci : certaines nuits ne sont pas faites pour durer. Elles sont faites pour marquer, longtemps, comme un secret que l’on garde au chaud.