It’s strange.
I’ve always believed that in this world, there is no right
There is no such thing as wrong
There is only life.
The song of birds, within the air
Orange leaves, falling everywhere
The crickets sing, as dusk arrives
Thoughts of you, and midnight drives
A full moon, with starry nights
Looking down, at city lights
Alone at night, dark skies above
Listening to a tune, that I’m so sick of.
The sound of us, just you and I
The sound of love, that keeps me alive.
