A Quiet Night...

Grille de la piste #263000

Fournie par GlezBass and GlezBass

Lyrics:

© Shi
She keeps his leather jacket
'Cause she used to be a Rock Chick
Back when she was young, so long ago
A wardrobe full of clothes she never wears
and what she'll do with those
who even cares
There's a memory attached to every one.

She used to have a life
that was so tied up in his
they were always out together
inseparable, that is
He made her laugh so often
with his silly sense of humour
something that's not forgotten
what is she supposed to do here

A quiet night alone
one that happens every night
not like the times she's known
they are almost out of sight
Her memories are all she has
and photos that are faded
keeps thinking about what was
before, it's all evaporated.

She used to have a life
that was so tied up in his
they were always out together
inseparable, that is
He made her laugh so often
with his silly sense of humour
something that's not forgotten
what is she supposed to do here

His favourite chair is empty
and she is on her own
It's not how it was meant to be
she cries now he is gone
She wishes so he would return
she'd welcome him with open arms
A quiet night
solo
She used to have a life
that was so tied up in his
they were always out together
inseparable, that is
He made her laugh so often
with his silly sense of humour
something that's not forgotten
what is she supposed to do here
A quiet night alone
Quiet night alone
She doesn't want another
Quiet Night alone
(c) Shi 2023