Lyrics
Oh so cold...
Evening grey consumed in dark,
No more day to hold me.
Sounds won't stay to play their part,
Only what strangers told me.
Why is the ghost who listens
So cold and alone...
Wind, tell her lightly
All that we might be,
While I sit, nightly,
Watching the shadows drifting down,
Twilight descends so blue, so brown,
And longing begins in this longing town...
When the haze falls through my heart,
When its arms enfold me,
O, my song won't go that far,
I can't sing how lonely,
Home is a note of distance,
A word for gone.
Wind, tell her lightly
All that we might be,
While I sit, nightly,
Watching the shadows drifting down,
Twilight descends so blue, so brown,
And longing begins in this longing town...
Oh so cold... No one home...
All of the notes, a word for gone...