I sing you lullaby, deep in your sleep, in your dream
In the game of love Always one person gets left behind in the cold Love is not the same I have been told When you are the one with nothing left to hold For better for worst until the day we are old He said She said But in the end When we are all looking for another chance Another chance of love, another chance of life We left behind the one The one lesson; to have but not to hold We find another horizon, another sky to fly To spread the broken wings, to try But can you hear; my late at night, my early morning’s cries Can you hear the flutter of my heart by the window sills Like a lark, travel only at night I sing you lullaby, deep in your sleep, in your dream The one lesson; To have but not to hold until the day we are old!