You came one night to say that you're leaving
but you had left now years without saying a thing.
The nights pale fade out in the sun
and dawn never comes.
You came one night to say that you're leaving
and you had forgotten me before you stepped out the door.
How it sets like the sun and how it leaves us
how love fades too soon.
It isn't light,
your love is not light of day,
it's a flower that wakes me up at night.
It's a song that flutters at night
and always returns and talks to me of you.
It isn't light.
Another night without your name,
without your touch and the world is incomplete.
I remember a light what came with you
and the day dawned differently. (1)
It isn't light,
your love is not light of day,
it's a flower that wakes me up at night.
It's a song that flutters at night
and always returns and talks to me of you.
It isn't light.