Night Descending

Covering the night with an autumn blanket
Where every hour loses its thread and essence
She pulled the veil off the screen tiredly
And she whispered bitterly - I can’t sleep

The roads go in circles
And the phone numbers are still silent
Doubts whisper lines
When desires are no longer wanted

Fate has passed, expectations are forgotten
A faded notebook trembles in his hands

You're here again without knowing an excuse
But the clock strikes and you go to bed

You're here again without knowing an excuse
But the clock strikes and you go to bed