Chronicles of Nighttime

Quarter past five
A late ride in the early morning
Was I even alive?
Did my inhibitions disappear?

Lost, lost boy is
Gone, gone by nine
Touch of bodies
Makes me alive
Lost, lost boy is
Gone, gone by nine
Dusk is the sign
Of the frolic

Chronicles of nightime
Are engraved in my memory
Issues from middday
Dissappeared till midnight
The numbness inside
Drowned in the pool of liquor

Lost, lost boy is
Gone, gone by nine
Touch of bodies
Makes me alive

The next 24 hours
Will be a landing back to the present
Present day makes me relinquish
The ideals and fantasies of the mind
We danced and danced
We ceased to think ahead
The dancefloor was our stage
The chronicles of nightime released us from the cage



Credits
Writer(s): Armands Litvinovs
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