Midnight,
not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight, the withered
leaves collect at my feet,
and the wind begins to moan.
Midnight,
not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight, the withered
leaves collect at my feet,
and the wind begins to moan.
Every steet lamp seems to beat
a fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters,
and the street lamp gutters
and soon it will be morning.
Daylight,
I must wait for the sunrise,
I must think of a new life
and I musn't give in.
When the dawn comes,
tonight will be a memory too
and a new day will begin.
Touch me,
it's so easy to leave me,
all alone with the memory
of my days in the sun.
If you touch me,
you'll understand
what happiness is.
Look, a new day has begun.
Midnight,
not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight, the withered
leaves collect at my feet,
and the wind begins to moan.
Midnight,
not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her memory?
She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight, the withered
leaves collect at my feet,
and the wind begins to moan.
Every steet lamp seems to beat
a fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters,
and the street lamp gutters
and soon it will be morning.
Daylight,
I must wait for the sunrise,
I must think of a new life
and I musn't give in.
When the dawn comes,
tonight will be a memory too
and a new day will begin.
Touch me,
it's so easy to leave me,
all alone with the memory
of my days in the sun.
If you touch me,
you'll understand
what happiness is.
Look, a new day has begun.