Hoping that I see you on the street. It's your kind of day. Nothing has the color of your eyes. Train leaving gray. And i'll never love no one. The way i loved you.
I was waken late the other night. There was a bird trapped in my heart. I tried to open up and let it out. Before it tore my chest apart. I tossed and turned.
And regardless, in the evening. A light is thrown by the setting sun. It speeds along this vast familiar. And silently crosses everyone. It's the light that's changing.
And regardless in the evening. Light is thrown by the setting sun. Speeds along this vast familiar. And silently crosses everyone. . It's the light that's changing.