Long Nights - Amtrac

One by one,

they fell like tree’s.

I knew no one

could depict these things for me.

Greeting, as you stay

we never fail to play.

I know it’s what you want

this is the onle way.

Now, cold weather

slowly die

I promise

I’ll always, be in the deadest town.

Long nights

been thinking, arranging, or explaining.

It’s wearing, it’s wearing, it’s wearing out.