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
memory all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time , I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again.
Every streetlamp seams to beat a fatalistic warning
some one mutters and a streetlamp sputters
and soon it will be morning
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life and I must not give in
When the dawn comes to night will be a memory too
and a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
the stale cold smell of morning
the streetlamp dies, another night is over
another day is dawning
Touch me it's so easy to leave me
all alone with my memory of my days in the sun
if you touch me you'll understad 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
memory all alone in the moonlight
I can smile at the old days
I was beautiful then
I remember the time , I knew what happiness was
Let the memory live again.
Every streetlamp seams to beat a fatalistic warning
some one mutters and a streetlamp sputters
and soon it will be morning
Daylight, I must wait for the sunrise
I must think of a new life and I must not give in
When the dawn comes to night will be a memory too
and a new day will begin
Burnt out ends of smoky days
the stale cold smell of morning
the streetlamp dies, another night is over
another day is dawning
Touch me it's so easy to leave me
all alone with my memory of my days in the sun
if you touch me you'll understad what happiness is
look a new day has begun