As the night is leaving
Silently retreating down an empty hall
Suddenly a stirring
Finally recurring where I let it fall.
Following the wanderings of a dream
A dream that keeps my soul alive
Believing in an open sky
Believing in a love.
Dancing with stranger
Careless of the danger there within his smile
While the dew was forming
Breathing in the morning like a sleeping child
If the memory of the light should fade
Horizons reaching cold and blue
Until your heart is free to fly
Then I will keep the sun for you.
Until you touch the open sky
Then I will keep the sun for you.
As the night is leaving
Silently retreating down an empty hall
Suddenly a stirring
Finally recurring where I let it fall.
Following the wanderings of a dream
A dream that keeps my soul alive
Believing in an open sky
Believing in a love.
Dancing with stranger
Careless of the danger, there within his smile
While the dew was forming
Breathing in the morning, like a sleeping child.
If the memory of the light should fade
Horizons reaching cold and blue
Until your heart is free to fly
Then I will keep the sun for you.
Until you touch the open sky
Then I will keep the sun for you.
Silently retreating down an empty hall
Suddenly a stirring
Finally recurring where I let it fall.
Following the wanderings of a dream
A dream that keeps my soul alive
Believing in an open sky
Believing in a love.
Dancing with stranger
Careless of the danger there within his smile
While the dew was forming
Breathing in the morning like a sleeping child
If the memory of the light should fade
Horizons reaching cold and blue
Until your heart is free to fly
Then I will keep the sun for you.
Until you touch the open sky
Then I will keep the sun for you.
As the night is leaving
Silently retreating down an empty hall
Suddenly a stirring
Finally recurring where I let it fall.
Following the wanderings of a dream
A dream that keeps my soul alive
Believing in an open sky
Believing in a love.
Dancing with stranger
Careless of the danger, there within his smile
While the dew was forming
Breathing in the morning, like a sleeping child.
If the memory of the light should fade
Horizons reaching cold and blue
Until your heart is free to fly
Then I will keep the sun for you.
Until you touch the open sky
Then I will keep the sun for you.
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