Lirama

Staring through the window. Dusk becomes a dawn. For hours and hours I go on
Thoughts have escaped me, Walking circles in the night
Quietly I sing forgotten lullabies. Gently getting used to the night

Learning to live with what I can't leave behind. Learning to live with what I've got
So good that I have known you, loved you, held you before we had to go.

Staring through the window. Dusk becomes a dawn.
Sometimes I feel you near. Whispers in my ears. They never knew the love that we shared was true

Oh, but a man is mafe od violence. Oh but a man is made of suffering
Sometimes misfortune is always to die. Someones misfortune is a life

So good that I could hold you. Good that I could love you for a while
Sometimes I feel you here. Walking circles in the night