The sun still rises, the moon still shines; I've seen it over ten-thousand times. But this may be the year I will disappear. Come through my window, not through my door; Leave me a number I can ignore. Then go tell everyone what we might have done. & don't mind what you've heard - It's just an empty word.
The sun still rises, the moon still shines; I've seen it over ten-thousand times. But this may be the year I will disappear. Come through my window, not through my door; Leave me a number I can ignore. Then go tell everyone what we might have done. & don't mind what you've heard - It's just an empty word.
