Will you still be here with me
when I wake up to the morning sun?
As I hear you breathing silently,
Standing by the window watching the
ocean tides repeat their sighs
As the stars are shining down on me,
Far from the parades escaping all the crowds
There's no looking back when morning comes to be,
It's no fantasy that you're still here with me
Something 'bout midnight makes me blue,
Far from the parades escaping all the crowds
There's no looking back when morning comes to be,
It's no fantasy that you're still here with me
Something 'bout midnight makes me blue,
