Just like the night falls and everywhere is silent
So does morning come and the cock crows
Visiting the past aches the heart
Making the soul within sad
By dawn they call you mad
Thinking you are insane
But its all the same.
A new dawn they call it
My new dawn I call it
Embracing the warmth of the new dawn
Where else do all the past go?
If not down the drain
While washing it of with the rain
Am not insane
We are all the same.
