It's getting dark Feels like we are moving slow Dark are my days, cold is the breeze Maudlin on the word you speak I'll be heading to the north,waiting For you to send me your love to me In days to come You'll be waiting on the shore I'll be wearing a hat with joy The sun rises on your face again Wish you could leave a mark on my skin The star are waiting for the days to end Contemplating the word i fell The words not enough