I can love you,
Without asking why
See you,
All that's in your eyes
Knowing, there's no alibi,
If I made you cry

I can see you, like the morning sun
Feel you, and I'm holding on
Knowing, that I'm not alone
Want to take you home

And all of the flowers
Seem to wither in their beds
And say good night
And all of the hours
Seem to clear away the bad
And make it right.

And all of the flowers
Seem to wither in their beds
And say good night
And all of the hours
Seem to clear away the bad
And make it right.

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Writer(s): J C MOLLAND