No time for poems
No more riding, no more ban
It barely seems that I am (just) dreaming
Waiting for another day
Another day of waiting
Sand is flying
All I had is washed ashore
In the dark I'm waiting
It calls me now
Should I leave the morning after
Or should I stay the morning after
In the same way, miserable
I can't still ear this magic call
It keeps me awake along the road
Tell me why It never goes?
I get through, It fades out
I get free, It comes back
Every time, on my side
Taking me down to the valley to hide
It calls you now
Will you leave the morning after
Or staying till the morning after
