I Go by Aizat

So long, fare thee well...

The dancer and the dancing days have taken leave and fell...

So turn down this bed of stone...

Quench me with the deadly nightshade from the rose that you belong...

The long December rain is falling now...

Running down on streets to nowhere...

Music is my life youre my sweetest nightingale...

But I cant hear it here no more...

And I go

I go

Hush now, dont shake or break...
Words have fallen silent like soldiers to the grave...
No matter what they do or say...
Lay me on the sleepy meadow by the tracks upon your face...

The long December rain is falling now...
Running down on streets to nowhere...
Music is my life youre my sweetest nightingale...
But I cant hear it here no more...

And I go

I go

The long December rain is falling now...

Running down on streets to nowhere...

Music is my life youre my sweetest nightingale...

But I cant hear it here no more...

And I go

I go