Sanoja: Peter Wolf. Midnight Souvenirs. The Night Comes Down.

I pour the wine, I write the lines
To bring you back to me
I walk through the rhymes, I think of the times
When your love ran through me

The night comes down, it hits me so hard
It makes me feel like I've played my last card
The night comes down wherever you are
And I need you, oh, I need you

I get through the day, I make my way
I try not to stumble
The shadows grow long, things go wrong
My world starts to crumble

And the night comes down, it hits me so hard
It makes me feel like I've played my last card
The night comes down wherever you are
And I need you, I need you

There is no salvation for the wounded heart
I stare into darkness 'til I come apart, oh yeah

I get through to the day, I try not to stumble
The shadows grow long

The night comes down, the night comes down, yeah
The night comes down, the night comes down, yeah
The night comes down, oh yeah, yeah

I make my way, I make my way, I make my way
The night comes down, I make my way

I'll find my way, I'll find my way, I'll find my way