Lately as it seems, we don’t get along too well
with all the circumstances that surround us.
It’s like we’re caught between, the way we feel today,
and all of the nostalgia that binds us
As every colour turns to grey, my courage fades away.
The dream of you and me is going under.
The ticking of the clock, is the only friend I’ve got,
to help me make it through the darkest hour.
Here comes the night, and the hardest part of all.
No morning light, to receive my lonely call.
Here comes the night.
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