I go back to that night
I keep going back to that night.
The moonlight and the street lamps,
I keep going back
To your tired eyes,
And worn smile.
I go back to those unsaid words
Hung slowly, painfully
In the air.
I keep going back.
I go back to that night
I keep going back to that night.
The moonlight and the street lamps,
I keep going back
To your tired eyes,
And worn smile.
I go back to those unsaid words
Hung slowly, painfully
In the air.
I keep going back.
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