Night
Night belongs to the city
The sky's a perfect black
I see your face painted somewhere
on the cover of a magazine
Will we never learn?
We only talk about the weather
like do you ever blame the sun
for not coming out on such a rainy day?
CHORUS:
It's 4 o'clock, it's a Saturday
The city's asleep (it's crazy)
The streets should be alive
With nowhere to hide
and you'd be running alone (it's crazy)
I'm sitting here
flicking through the channels
I'm looking for a memory
something to remember
something I can handle
CHORUS
Black and blue
it's fading fast
Just another new day
Fly with me
my wings you can trust
Tonight this city belongs to us
CHORUS
Teken in op LitNet se gratis weeklikse nuusbrief. | Sign up for LitNet's free weekly newsletter.