Nightingales (Live)

A shady street of fog
A whistle blows, a train slowly moves on
You wave once more
And draw your gun

You lose yourself aghast
In twilight dreams and sweet regrets
And maybe you'll forget
What you've become

We sang like nightingales
Of happy fits and childhood fairytales
Forever setting sail
Into the sun

Nightingales
Nightingales
Nightingales



Credits
Writer(s): Stephen Coates
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