Shoulder

Rest your head on my shoulder
I knew what clothes to wear
The nights are getting colder
Who’d I be not to prepare
For the perfect thing to offer
To the one in great despair
A place for things taken off her
Things no one can repair

The day is done
Ease your mind a-shambles
Let go of the craze
Till all memory scrambles

Rest your head on my shoulder
The play’s over, the curtains fall
And we’re all just a little bit older
But still lost in this empty hall
I have no wise words to say
See no writing on the wall
I treasure every second you stay
Before you answer the battle call

The day is done
Ease your mind a-shambles
Let go of the craze
Till all memory scrambles

No thoughts of “could have beens” or “should have seens”
No regrets, no escape from the given scenes
I’m not expecting any reasoning
I just wish you’ll be yourself when the morning bells ring

The day is done
Ease your mind a-shambles
Let go of the craze
Till all memory scrambles

Rest your head on my shoulder
When you need me, I’ll be there
The nights are getting colder
And it’s just that I still care

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