Alex Lloyd. Black The Sun. Zeneszám

Black the sun
Oh no, look at what we done
Go away
Oh no, won't you please stay

And dream of me
I wish you would dream of me
Dream of me
I hope you will dream of me

Words we speak
Pictures are the only things I keep
Rinse my mind
I'm sure it will join me in time

And dream of me
I wish you would dream of me
Dream of me
I hope you will dream of me

Up on your feet, around the bend
Searching, I hope it never ends
Walking your lonely street again
Tide meets the shore

On a silent road

And dream of me
I wish you would black the sun
Dream of me
I wish you would black the sun

Dream of me
I wish you would black the sun
Dream of me
I wish you would black the sun
The sun