And if you don´t mind
We´ll break a bottle of wine
Stick around and maybe we´ll put one down
Because I wanna find
What lies behind those eyes
Midnight blue, burning gold
A yellow moon is growing cold
I rise, looking through my morning eyes
Surprised, to find you by my side
Rack my brain to try to remember your name
To find the words to tell you goodbye
Morning dues, new born day
A yellow moon turned to grey
