Midnight.
Not a sound from the pavement.
Has the moon lost her memory. She is smiling alone.
In the lamplight the withered leaves collect at my feet
And the wind begins to moan.
Memory - all alone in the moonlight. I can dream of the old days

Life was beautiful then.
I remember the time I knew what happiness was.
Let the memory live again.
Every street lamps seems to beat a fatalistic warning.
Someone mutters and a streetlamp sputters and soon it will be morninc
Daylight - I must wait for the sunrise. I must think of a new life
And I mustn't give in.
When the [bad word] tonight will be a memory too.
And a new day will begin.
Burnt out ends of smoky days
the stale cold smell of mon@ing.
streetlamp dies
another night is over
another day is dawning.
Touch me - it's so easy to leave me. AU. alone with the memory
Of my days in the sun.
If you touch me youll understand what happiness is.
Look
a new day has begun.