Midnight. Not a sound from the Has the moon lost her memory. She is smiling alone. In 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 a streetlamp and soon it will be morninc
Daylight - I must wait for the sunrise. I must think of a life And I mustn't give in. When the dawn comes tonight will a memory too. And a new day will begin. Burnt out ends of smoky days the stale cold smell of morning.
streetlamp dies another night is over another day is dawning. me - it's so easy to leave 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.