Trembling Blue Stars
Half-Light
It looks so pretty as the light failsLate November twilightThe day's about to close its shuttersOn come all the street lightsAnd I feel a little less definedThough the dying light can find meLost and feeling fragileIn the drifting there is beautyI'll be a shadow for a short whileSometimes you need to turn down the glareIt looks so pretty as the light failsFaltering, departingStillness now resides in my sailsI'll surrender to the eveningThe darkness will grow And flow through my veinsI'll let it and let go of the reinsLet go of the reinsLet go of the reinsLet go of the reins
From Letras Mania