memories

Midnight, not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her memory? She is smiling alone.
In the lamp light the whitherd leeves collect at my feet,
and the wind, begins to moan.

Memory, all alone in the moonlight.
I can smile at the old days, I was beautiful then.
I remember, the time I knew what happiness was.
Let the memory live again.

Every street lamp seems to beet, a fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters and a street lamp gutters, and soon it will be morning.

Daylight, I must wait for the sun rise,
I must think of a new life, and I mustn't give in.
When the dawn comes, tonight will be a memory too,
And a new day will begin.

Burnt out ends of smoky days, the stale cold smell of morning.
The street lamp dies, another night is over, another day is dawning.

Touch me, its so easy to leave me
All alone with the memory, of my days in the sun.
If you touch me, you'll understand what happiness is.
Look, a new day has begun.