2 Songwriters 200 Songs

Careful steps on no man′s land
empty hours that bear no name.
A yesterday′s gone, no tomorrow at hand
can a new moon still be on the wane.
An echoing tune in a run-down hall
where a candle glows on worn-out keys.
The shadows lie gently, allow me to fall
onto waves of chance harmonies.
He′s hiding there in the grey night′s sky
to settle ancient dues;
I′m floating between low and high
on an early morning blues.
Peaceful silence, the town′s asleep
and even time stands still.
I wander on hindsight I′d like to keep
and I hope that I always will.
Sweet surrender to memories
that come like welcome friends.
The light goes down on a fading screen
as I leave the night′s no man′s land.



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