Daylight slipping away, down a mountainside
Over the trees and their lines
And I look out past your eyes
Through the windows I stare

As the fields half disappear
So much beauty out there
As the shadows reach for the bar
The place turns yellowish-like

And everything seems alright
Except that this is the last day I get to spend with you
And now it's dark and it's through
I should have been watching you

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Writer(s): Paul Hayden Desser