I know the moon is climbing I know the song there'll be at dawn And little drops of rain are falling Is it not a name you're calling out Come on Conselyea stop me You know that I can't speak a sound And these fascinations haunt me It's not like you had been around It's not a truce Or pair of Sunday shoes Or a game that you can lose Oh-oh...Learn More

One, two, three, four There's too much light There's too much light coming through my window Got stick on stars Aluminium foil [?] moon And I cannot find the strength to draw the blinds down But I won't cry 'cause it's just about a matter of time before the night comes through There's too much light There's too much light coming through my...Learn More