Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory. She is alone. In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet the wind begins to moan. Memory - all alone in the moonlight. can dream of the old days
Life was beautiful then. I remember the time I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again. Every street lamps to beat a fatalistic warning. Someone mutters and a streetlamp sputters and soon it will be morninc
- I must wait for the sunrise. I must think of a new life I mustn't give in. When the comes tonight will be a memory too. And a new day will begin. Burnt out ends of smoky the stale cold smell of morning.
A streetlamp dies another night is over another day is dawning. Touch me - it's so easy to me. AU. alone with the memory Of my days in the sun. If you touch me understand what happiness is. Look a new day has begun.