The cold fall air brings chills to my bones, the train in the night shakes my porch..
Moonlight carries the stars in a way, where the street lamps have no purpose.
The fire red trees sway in the dark, the train still calls in the distance.
Drawn into your conversation, forgetting my breath is shown..
Lose the feeling of my finger tips, my face turned numb...
Moonlight carries the stars in a way, where the street lamps have no purpose.
The fire red trees sway in the dark, the train still calls in the distance.
Drawn into your conversation, forgetting my breath is shown..
Lose the feeling of my finger tips, my face turned numb...
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