Bruise Feeling On Head

Talking to the Night ...

I hit bottom in this morning,
seems that I can sleep tonight, though
full moon outside my window
does not seem fair if you're not here.

I hit bottom in this morning,
knowing that I've done ever so happy, thinking
tenderness that's in your eyes,
discover that I love you more than me.

And I'm here without you,
talking through the night, telling him how you met
. And I'm
here without you,
in middle of the night, asking
come back with me.
And I'm here without you, without you
.

The moon is still firmly in front of my window,
seems that tonight will not go,
and even on the horizon as it sticks dawn
not see me alone and stay there.

And I'm here without you,
talking through the night, telling him how you met
,
and I'm here without you,
in the middle of the night, asking
come back with me,
and I'm here without you ,
without you.

And I guess it will continue for years to come ...