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