Of the City - Young Dreams, Matias Tellez

The quiet hours of the city is the time

of the awakened heart and for the restless mind

To try a little more, again, in hope to find

out the way to go

A hand to hold

There is no tomorrow

that will turn me around

Now I feel no sorrow

and I don’t wanna stop

I watched you for a while now I have to confess

and I just had to ask, you might give me a yes

If we don’t live our truth then we are so much less

You know, when we’re done we’ll sleep so long

As the first of morning

shines into my eyes

Sending me a warning

but I don’t wanna stop