The twilight keeps on telling lies,
Painting a picture of peace in the skies,
I do not believe it most nights,
The glittering sympathy of the staggered lights,
My eyes see such things and tell me they're fake,
Censoring every bit of my foolish heart's intake,
Oh! Tracing the dark blue back to the fading yellow,
It invigorates me while i still feel mellow,
I long to wander deep into the hiding sun,
For it's endearing brightness has only begun,
Even when the day is long gone,
And to the quiet night we've moved on,
I can still feel that warm glow,
Waiting for the sun once again to show,
In the morning.
