Day and night . . . the shadows move too slowly

From dark to light she promised she could know me

Remember when . . . I watched her on the stairway

She was drinkin' wine . . . and she told me what the 

stars

say . . .



Some destinies, they should not be delivered . . .

But in her eyes I saw a thousand reasons



Day and night



I feel her skin . . . it's thin and white as pressed milk

I closed my eyes and she vanished just like burnt silk

And what remains was like some fallen thunder

And my lips were chained; they were filled with empty wonder



But the stars tell lies, it blinds the only warning

And when darkness dies, there's nothing left but morning . . .



Just day and night



Day and night . . . the shadows start to scatter

When touched by light . . . each promise made is shattered

And even when the question find the answer

But even then, they're something like a dancer 

But even then, they're something like a dancer

Like day and night . . . dark to light

I move from day to night