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Nightfalls


I was hoping that the night come 

I was seeing the sky fall into your hands 

Seen the stars realign to your constellation  

Take a second glance

One would never be enough for me

I could be the man on your crescent moon 

My wings be tailored to crash 

Be meant to lasts 

I’m coming fast 

 don’t phase on me 

I don’t need much light to see 

Much light you bring 

I can’t seem to leave you be 

Moth to a flame I see 

Wings tailored to crash 

Wings tailored to lasts 

Nevertheless stay forever at your side 

I saw me fall into your hands 

At a second glance thought I was soaring the holy lands see 

Bad religion way I never seem to pray right

I’m blessed to see you in heaven I know right

You Angel I see

I see the light you bring to me 

I could be your man on your crescent moon

You got me smiling like crest too the myth true cause I got you cheesing too 

She got my current tide too but nevertheless I’ll still crash on you

At your door stop 

You getting homage that a realtor would stop 

No layaway non-stop, but you got me stuck 

Wings tailored to reach you 

Wings tailored to reach you soon enough

Wings tailored to reach you 

Wings tailored to reach you soon enough- Will.B

 

 

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