Come and sit beside the fire,
Whisper me about your desire,
Take the night into your hand,
Try to catch the moon ahead,
Feel the gast of wind inside,
See the rose of fading night.
Can you see the morning light
Coming into my window?
I am here and nowhere else.
Look at me and try to guess
Why I’m sitting here alone
With no verse to sing a song.
Feel the gast of wind inside,
See the rose of fading night.
Can you see the morning light
Coming into my window?
From dusk till dawn
© Copyright: Нексус 6, 2009
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