Maria Solheim. Behind Closed Doors. Late At Night. Zeneszám

I see people turning off their lights in their houses
It's late at night
I hear whispers from outside my door

Gentle feet
Walking in silence
So i won't wake up from my sleep
But i hear them anyway

Late at night

I remember our sentences
Said and pronounced in all different way
Melodies inside my head
Keeping me company

Gentle feet
Walking in silence
So i won't wake up from my sleep
But i hear them anyway

Late at night