Stay, and help me to end the day
and of you don't mind we'll break a bottle of wine,
stick around and maybe we'll put one down
because I wanna find what lies behind those eyes.
Midnight blue burning gold, a yellow moon is growing cold.
I rise, looking through my morning eyes surprised to find you by my side;
rack my brain to try to remember your name, to find the words to tell you goodbye.
Morning dues newborn day, midnight blue turned to gray,
midnight blue growing cold.
A yellow moon is growing cold.