A yearning inside the night for something lost
A two a.m. calling; you're falling again out of deep sleep,
waking to a moment - dancing on the line of time between
what is and what was and what will never be, ever again
A yearning inside the night for something lost
A two a.m. calling; you're falling again out of deep sleep,
waking to a moment - dancing on the line of time between
what is and what was and what will never be, ever again