Blank & Jones - The Nightfly Lyrics
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The Nightfly
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What Are The Lyrics For The Nightfly By Blank & Jones?
Fly away From the twilight to the dawn
All my dreams Drag me to another world Feels like I'm in heaven From my head down to my toes Right out the shadows Waking my deepest reflections Clear as a photograph An age-old yellow house In the days Through the nights I cannot let this picture out of my mind Recalling the moments that drowned In the ocean of my dreams wiping the dust off the drawers inside my memories In the days, through the nights I can't let go these feelings I have inside In this Neverland I roam In this Neverland I roam Beams of sunlight landing on the green Are the angels falling in disguise Hiding and Seeking the toys in the attic anside my soul Struck in between the nightmares and dreams And I still cannot let it go In this Neverland I roam In this Neverland I roam But I know that I will come no more through that door Ah! Daydream! Nightfly! No time to waste! Hush now, dear boy, quiet! No time to waste! Rush now, poor boy, hurry before There is no other way out through that closing door Over, over Over this place I go to hide Over, over Now the sun is down, ad your time is up Hurry! You'll never walk away. When I'm lost in this Neverland I roam In this Neverland I roam Now I know I won't go through that door 'Cause I know there is no way out for me anymore Fly away through the night Where my spirit resides Where suns shine in your eyes Where dimensions collide And the night flies, far away To a sunny day Some day. |
Who Wrote The Nightfly By Blank & Jones?
Andy Kaulhold, Jaspa Jones, Piet Blank
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What's The Duration Of The The Nightfly By Blank & Jones?The duration of The Nightfly is 7:40 minutes and seconds. |
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