Here comes the night

Latley at it seems, but don´t get along to well, when all the circumstances that surround us.
It´s like we´re cut between, the way we feel today and all of the nostalgia that binds us.
Here comes the night, and the hardest part of all.
No morning light to receive my lonley call.
As every colour turns to grey, my courage fades away, the dream of you and me is going under.

The ticking of the clock is the only friend I´ve got to help me make it through the darkest hour.
So I pray for a morning sun to take me from here, right back to where we begun, when you were near.
And I pray that you´ll be the One to make my worries disapear
Here comes the night...

Detta är min låt. Ni som känner mig vet vad den betyder...

PS. Blev nästan bara miljonär på kasinot i helgen ;)


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