Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavors Monkton
Shadows under my eyes darken with the passing of light
Warm turns to cold turns to black
Black remains until warm fights back
On the warmest days
On the coldest nights
I found my home in your eyes
Sleep
Would come sporadically
Waking me erratically
Inward reflection
Offers the ugliest sight
I've watched the lines on my face grow like shadows at day's end
And I've lost control, I wander alone
Until in your eyes, I found my home
On the warmest days
On the coldest nights
I found my home in your eyes
And if our happiest moments are truly seldom to linger
Then I know I've watched them fade away with you
On the warmest days
On the coldest nights
I found my home in your eyes
