There’s a place
I have found,
With the moon
And the sound that makes them sleep,
For a while,
So that I have time to make it right.
There’s a chance,
No it’s dead,
And I’m tired,
While the shed are just the thoughts
In my head,
It’s ok to pretend to feel this.
Well it’s too bad,
Even you could be there,
Even you are too proud,
Even you could step down,
From the cloud.
I will be there,
I will stay inside
Place that I have
With the moon and sound.
Sound that makes them sleep
I will try to keep.
I’ll try to make it true
And wait for you.
But that was just another wasted dream,
Affected by your broken melody
That’s tainting sound and making it obscene
For them to rise...
Well it’s too bad,
Even you could be there,
Even you are too proud,
Even you could step down.
There’s a place
I have found,
With the moon
And the sound that makes them sleep.