This night is coming to a close;
Battered bodies and worn out clothes.
Fancy shoes gave you blistered feet
From all night dancing in the street.
Flick our shoes off by the door;
This sofa has a night in store.
Cold fingers brush upon a cheek;
But is there something more they seek?
Slowly your breathing is getting deeper;
You’re consciousness, a lacking feature.
As the light becomes hidden from your eyes
Your secrets are canvassed on dream-like skies.
Battered bodies and worn out clothes.
Fancy shoes gave you blistered feet
From all night dancing in the street.
Flick our shoes off by the door;
This sofa has a night in store.
Cold fingers brush upon a cheek;
But is there something more they seek?
Slowly your breathing is getting deeper;
You’re consciousness, a lacking feature.
As the light becomes hidden from your eyes
Your secrets are canvassed on dream-like skies.
This land is a place you call your own;
Where you create kingdoms from your throne,
But a knight was needed to guard your land,
The night in armour kept years at hand.
Where you create kingdoms from your throne,
But a knight was needed to guard your land,
The night in armour kept years at hand.
You awake to the shine of a golden sun;
A present to show the day’s begun.
The silhouette of me does still linger;
There comes a shine from your finger.
A present to show the day’s begun.
The silhouette of me does still linger;
There comes a shine from your finger.