Somewhere in the passage of morning to night,
Figures fade into the wind.
Delighted in trials and purposely exiled,
Trying to trade the day for the night.
Shades of evening, purple empty space,
Where everybody dreams like there all true.
Shadows of morning, curtains of twilight,
Trying to trade the day for the night.
Deep misunderstandings have echoed through the years,
Judge and you will be judged wrong or right.
I wonder why she still stands there, her face in tears.
Trying to trade the day for the night.
Regiments of our lives and tigers silver stripes,
Can’t pass each other without taking life.
Believe me I have seen the last fine bird in flight,
Trying to trade the day for the night,
Trying to trade the day for the night.
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