Walking around the neighborhood
the moon turns my stupid thoughts away, naturally,
somebody's voice I heard before,
you may know,
It doesn't mean anything.
The darkest night is coming through the window,
sad memories stain me blue,
where is the light?
and I try to tell myself "it won't be long
it's lying down on where the light is".
My life goes on and I want
to find the way to go thorugh this turbulent time,
the tragedy throws my wish away
but I know, it's never too late.
Hardships will tell me where and how to go
and who are loved ones.
The darkest night is coming through the window,
sad memories stain me blue,
where is the light?
and I try to tell myself "it won't be long,
it's lying down on where the light is".
The darkest night is coming through the window,
sad memories stain me blue,
where is the light?
and I try to tell myself "it won't be long,
it's lying down on where the light is".
Where the light is...