Nightingales - Live
Stephen Coates
[Mara Carlyle]
A shady street of fog
A whistle blows
A train slowly moves on
You wave once more
And draw your gun
You lose yourself aghast
In twilight dreams and sweet regrets
And maybe you'll forget
What you've become
We sang like nightingales
Of happy fits and childhood fairytales
Forever setting sail into the sun
Nightingales
Nightingales
Nightingales
(Spoken)
[Mara Carlyle]
Thank you
[Stephen Coates]
Thanks Mara. Thank you