Its just this time of night When all the living When all my work is done... Its just this kind of day When all the hours fade And circle into one... No healing voice No curve of skin To warm this empty place So I Sink down into the earth Down into the space... Theres something missing... Come the morning Will I be myself again? As light is forming Will I see the image change? For the moment Here in the dark It all comes down To a simple matter of the heart... Theres just this time of life When all thats certain Is the company of one... Theres just this kind of love That everybody needs But never seems to come... Each living soul Seeks loving hands To touch the hurt theyve seen And I Can feel it in my bones And underneath my skin... Theres something missing... Come the morning Will I be myself again? As light is forming Will I see the image change? For the moment Here in the dark It all comes down To a simple matter of the heart... Come the morning Will I be myself again? As light is forming Will I see the image change? For the moment Here in the dark It all comes down To a simple matter of my heart... Come the morning Will I be myself again? A simple matter of the... As light is forming Will I see the image change? Here in the dark It all comes down To a simple matter of my heart...
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