Midnight. Not a sound the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory. She is smiling alone. In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet And the wind begins to Memory - all alone in the moonlight. I can dream the old days
Life was beautiful then. I remember the I knew what happiness was. Let the memory live again. Every street lamps seems to beat a fatalistic warning. Someone mutters and a streetlamp sputters and soon it will morninc
Daylight - I must wait for the sunrise. I must think of a new life And mustn't give in. When the dawn comes tonight will be a memory too. And a new day 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 leave me. AU. alone with the memory Of my days in the sun. If you me youll understand what happiness is. Look a new day has begun.