There was a banquet of believers when we walked into the room.
December days of Christmas felt like days in June.
And there were morning lights, and sunrise chimes echoed all around.
Nows the time for weary minds, the moon is northern bound.
And you know Im going back, going back today.
Back to where I came from. And you know Im going back,
going back to stay.
To the alleys where pearls of passion came my way.
Well theres a promise in the twilight, its so innocent and wild.
Two hearts that break the silence, you can hear a distant cry.
And theres emptiness and loneliness, its more or less the same.
Well lets run between the raindrops, babe,
and catch the midnight train.
And you know Im going back, going back today.
Back to where I came from. And you know Im going back,
going back to stay. To the alleys where pearls of passion came my way.
And you know Im going back, going back today.
Back to where I came from. And you know Im going back,
going back to stay. To the alleys where pearls of passion came my way.
And you know Im going back, going back today.
Back to where I came from. And you know Im going back,
going back to stay. To the alleys where pearls of passion came my way.
Came my way...
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