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