02h30
The Clayton
02:30
This week
The moon has grown
And she's coming
Everything is so still
Everything so calm
But at least I have this light
To be able to read the newspaper
It's late, it's cold
The moonlight is clear
It's late, it's cold
The moonlight is clear
Five days
And five nights
It took me to realize
How much I miss her here
To hold me back
But she's coming
And won't take long
I know, this wait has an end date
It's late, it's cold
The moonlight is clear
It's late, it's cold
The moonlight is clear
