On Sunday Nights

Grille de la piste #234314

Fournie par Mema

Lyrics:

© YuuLi
On Sunday nights
You go for lights,
Follow the streams

Aimless and empty
You let the city
Feed you with dreams

[Break]

Hunter of wonders,
You’re used to wander
In the shadows

Between the street lamps
The dancing garlands
That always glow

There are breaths that never die
There are never-ending lonely fires
There are meaningless goodbyes
There are old and slumbering desires

So many tales you
Glimpse past the blue windows
Prying, prying
You know, it’s true
Some may say you are
Spying, spying

[Keys solo]

So many tales you
Glimpse past the blue windows
Prying, prying
You know, it’s true
Some may say you are
Spying, spying

[Break]

A handful of smooth notes
Escape and float out
Of an old café

Here, some rare night owls
Return or prowl
In a sleepy ballet

There are breaths that never die
There are never-ending lonely fires
There are meaningless goodbyes
There are old and slumbering desires

So many tales you
Glimpse past the blue windows
Prying, prying
You know, it’s true
Some may say you are
Spying, spying

[Break]

On Sunday nights
You go for lights,
Follow the streams

Aimless and empty
You let the city
Feed you with dreams