There was a banquet of believers
when we walked into the room.
December days of Christmas
felt like days in June.
And there were morning light,
and sunrise chimes echoed all around.
Now's the time for weary minds,
the moon is northern bound
And you know I'm going back,
going back today
(back to where I came from).
And you know I'm going back,
going back to stay.
To the alleys where
pearls of passion came my way.
Well there's a promise in the twilight,
it's so innocent and wild.
Two hearts that break the silence,
you can hear a distant cry.
And there's emptiness and loneliness,
it's more or less the
same. Well let's run between the raindrops,
babe, and catch the midnight train. |