When the day is in bed
Silence catches my breath,
And I think of all the pretty things
Flying around my head.
When the day is in bed
Our song hovers on my tongue
And i think of all the nights
We stayed up to hear the last drum
When the day is bed
Silence catches my breath
And i think of all the pretty little things
Flying around my head.
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