Текстове на песни: Peter La Grand. Souvenir.

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So the days pass on the same like they always will

And the things I might have said but I never did

Sit on the shelf like souvenirs of a better time

A time that hasn't come quite yet

Made of words I'll never find



Another day ends as the sun falls into the sea

And the change, it has not come, the one to set me free

And the songs I used to know now I can't recall

All the ways I used to hope they all fail me now



But, from the edge of night appear stars into the sky

And they mirror every one of the city lights

So I trust some light will come so that I can see

And, though lost I still might walk with it to guide me