I miss the sun at night.
Waiting for the dawn to come
I stare at the moon.
He stares right back at me. . .
I have no chance, I'm just me.
He's got a heavenly army.
I wake up to find you're still not there beside me
I go out to the city streets I hear the flashing sounds
I go up to the hill all around and I fill my head with feeling.
Naked, I lie on the grass banks staring high,
I feel the wind on my neck it's such a curious sound,
and I feel your hands beside me.
I turn round to the ground and kiss the earth
to make sure that it loves me,
as much as I love sky blue sypmphonies.
I must sing my song before I'm dead and gone.
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