Nighttime Written Blues

Island (London)

Compositor: Não Disponível

The signals don't seem right
We're running out of time yet I'm still smiling
A never ending sound

The world is crashing down as you stand by me
And the echoes slow
And suddenly now everything is frozen
The water still beneath the hills
Could not compare to such a scene, you know it
As fires burn in timeless turning flames
Beneath the blood red skies ambrosian
Silence is the only sound
It's getting louder now

Say goodbye son
Say goodbye son
Say goodbye
Say goodbye son
Say goodbye son
Say goodbye

So where do I go now?
Take yourself down to the blue breakers at dawn
So take your thoughts from songs
And turn them into something new
Cause it's her or you

Say goodbye son
Say goodbye son
Say goodbye
Say goodbye son
Say goodbye son
Say goodbye