You've only to say good night
Then all these dreams will be yours
Can I turn out the light
And hum your favorite "wee small hours"
You've only to say good night
Then all these dreams will be yours
Can I turn out the light
And hum your favorite "wee small hours"
The blinds hide an open view
On a city that feels renewed
And I count my age by days 'cause that way
Years go by slower
You've only to say good night
Then all these dreams will be yours
Can I turn out the light
And hum your favorite "wee small hours"
You've only to say good night
Then all these dreams will be yours
Can I turn out the light
And hum your favorite "wee small hours"
It felt good to go astray
To find this surprising place
And nothing can soothe me more than to know
Nothing is over
Sky high
Hundreds of stories
Into the clouds
Sky high
Hundreds of stories
Into the clouds
