when the night's still young and emotions run high
love comes to call, but love cannot be when we lay
in deceit in the arms of a new morning
so my sweet love, we have to realise, it was the wrong place
the wrong time, we crossed a line, how much the want, how
much the need, we cannot be
a train's leaving taking me away, I will think of you with no regret
each an' every day, yet our lives have to be lived in seperate ways
(c) JR. 2026
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