The sound of the crowd.
Soft lights, soft eyes,
And opinion is loud,
Lay your head down,
Don't get lost in the
Shuffle of the town.
Bright lights, bright eyes,
I can see the dream,
New sights, old sighs,
What a night this aspires to be
To be there holding us back,
Holding hands to know we're intact,
The words we'd like to say,
The thoughts that got in their way.
Way down on the other side of town,
The nights are getting clearer,
The lovers are getting nearer,
Too near for lips,
To do anything but kiss,
The kiss is for the moment,
The moment is forever.
A song 11th
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