In the garden at night
The whispers of dawn
Someone is at the window
When the day is nearly gone
The memories go as far as
The wanderer's eye is willing to reach
The moments are real
The textures are alive
Like the beginning
Like the end
Like the beginning
Like the end
In the garden at night
The whispers of dawn
Someone is at the window
When the day is nearly gone
The memories go as far as
The wanderer's eye is willing to reach
The moments are real
The textures are alive
Like the beginning
Like the end
The memories go as far as
The wanderer's eye is willing to reach
The moments are real
The textures are alive
Like the beginning
Like the end
Like the beginning
Like the end
