| I didn't really know about it, I was traveling in the dark listening to the snowfall and strolling through the park I didn't know a thing about it, I was all wrong or right when I'd meet you in the dark hour of the night I didn't know the silence ended, no, I only heard the sound your voice is like water run shining over ground I didn't know a thing beside it, it was all wrong or right light my way into the dark hour of the night and now you know the rest begins it like it never wasn't true I'm silent for listening so silent over you and I don't know the words to tell you 'cause they're all wrong or right sweet sounds or silence in the dark hour of the night... |