Triangle Sun
Secret Letter
Morning lightThe time is rightDon’t have to ask me whyI’ve got to say goodbyeMy hands are coldMy back's too oldBut where I have to goI’ve been never toldI drink my beerBut still’s not clearHow long I have to waitAnd what I’m doing hereShe passes byAsks me for a pen to writeHer letter says to flyTo the other side of nightHer letter says to flyTo the other side of night
From Letras Mania