Lyric

The twilight door reflects today

The sun falls tired, drifting away

Fingertips search for a parody

Sometimes the touch needs no words at all

Like reading an old book on the screen

Garlands hang in a dull room, small

The sky, so vast, calls it whimsy

Two of us, in a night just for us

Colors bloom, time turns luminous

Alone, in the morning’s quiet hush

A single rose fits the moment’s blush

A melody starts with the sound of the wind

A secret tune no one else can find

Thin lines connect us, sepia-tinted time

Moments of innocence, locked in our minds

Fewer colors in faraway memories

Walls marked with shadows of old stories

Strong gin fills the glass with the past

Monuments of smiles made to last

Walking through streets that could be anywhere

Two of us, in a night just for us

Colors bloom, time turns luminous

Alone, in the morning’s quiet hush

A single rose fits the moment’s blush

A melody starts with the sound of the wind

A secret tune no one else can find

Thin lines connect us, sepia-tinted time

Moments of innocence, locked in our minds