Making Evenings - Lake Of Tears

Where is the color of my evening deep red

Lost in the middle of the morning rays, he said

Heading for the heart of a different sun

Hopeful and high and set to get one, now she’s gone

Dark park moon balloon, he said

Where is the light of my nighttime sky

Left in the morning without a goodbye

Heading for the heart of a different sun

Just in case she fails to get one, now he’s gone

Dark park moon balloon, he said

Dark park moon balloon, it’s bad