Midnight. Not a sound from the pavement. Has the moon lost her memory. She smiling alone. In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet And the 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 it will be morninc
Daylight - I must wait for the sunrise. I must think of new life And I mustn't give in. When the dawn comes 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 leave me. AU. with the memory Of my in the sun. If you touch me youll understand what happiness is. Look a new day has begun.