It's five in the morning
When the lights creeping by
Hiding its face from me
In the Northern sky
I don't see the fog lights
And the
Semptember Haze
And You see even clearly
And thats when you leave
Oooh
And I like the silence
And your Sunday songs
I know you must go now
And don't be so alone
And I'll catch your sadness
As it falls from the trees
And I'll keep it safe for you
Or I'll just keep it for me
Oooh
