Monkton - Drewsif Stalin's Musical Endeavors

Shadows under my eyes darken with the passing of light

Warm turns to cold turns to black

Black remains until warm fights back

On the warmest days

On the coldest nights

I found my home in your eyes

Sleep

Would come sporadically

Waking me erratically

Inward reflection

Offers the ugliest sight

I’ve watched the lines on my face grow like shadows at day’s end

And I’ve lost control, I wander alone

Until in your eyes, I found my home

On the warmest days

On the coldest nights

I found my home in your eyes

And if our happiest moments are truly seldom to linger

Then I know I’ve watched them fade away with you

On the warmest days

On the coldest nights

I found my home in your eyes