Lullaby

I know that you are waiting for me to wake up in the morning and take my hand and look outside how it's raining over you. I still remember how the moon was falling down the hills, the sky was black and your bright pale skin was the painting of my dreams.

Ferry boats are sailing across the ocean
memories appear and are blowing away
writing longer winters on the window's hill.
It comes too fast, light splashed morning outside.

The summer comes we can go on, on this bright horse there is no way for this freezing rain at the boundaries of this shore.

But after all, after all that's the reason for this day, and we could hear, we could hear all the tales within the gloom.

The hopeless dreamer passing by on the long mean avenue, and you are there singing quietly in the shadows of the room.
The lady outside is full of shame smoking fine rolled cigarettes a business man wears a brown long coat keeping secrets of her soul.

Break of dawn empty places full of silence,
You could read the pages where the people die,
you were constantly fighting every single day
swallow your own tears when you're down.

But after all, after all that 's the reason for this day and we could hear, we could hear all the
tales within the gloom.