Lost My Nighttime (Viona Zeth), opus 2201

1. You slip one hand into mine Your touch restores me Your smile It's the light that grows from Every word that you say But what if the notion comes—perhaps this is goodbye As the city folks pass by like moths in the night Looking for their own light And oh God What if you're right Chorus: You say "Lost my nighttime dreams We're threading through our tragic seams" There ain't no glow on our skin Say you let go I hold you in 2. And you're whispering into my ear Oh A city of dark and soulless tears Hoping some soul will hear Through ashes and fears Chorus.