They wait to plead their case. Unknown, cast aside. I love to see their face. Can we spare the light?. . Are we afraid to see. The prisoners of history?.
Oh, the night makes you a star. And it holds you cold in its arms. You're the one to whom nobody verses I love you. Unless you say it first. So you lie there holding your breath.
Oh the night makes you a star. And it holds you cold in its arms. You're the one to whom nobody verses I love you. Unless you say it first. So you lie there holding your breath.
Oh the night, makes you a star. And it holds you, cold in it's arms. You're the one to whom nobody verses "I love you",. Unless you say it first. . So you lie there, holding your breath.