Texty:
Amy Macdonald

Don't wanna see the stars; don't wanna see the moon Don't wanna see the sun that rises up too soon Don't wanna see the day; don't wanna see the night

Somewhere out there's a dream that's not forgotten But this world is never stopping for me But I will try and I will keep on trying I set my goals there

I don't care Who does her hair or What clothes she wears I don't care if it's YSL, I don't care if it's Chanel What matters to me is a strong belief All

Oh the wind is gently blowing As the light begins to fade I'm sick and tired of playing it up Sick of this parade And your eyes are gently weeping As

Oh, the sun may shine through your window on a summer's day Doesn't change, your heavy heart skips a beat each day You get a temporary high as your watch

A poetic genius is something I don't see Why would a genius be tripping on me? And he's looking at me now but what he can't see Is that I'm looking through

Oh, the wind whistles down the cold dark street tonight And the people they were dancing to the music vibe And the boys chase the girls with the curls

Maybe in the start we would laugh Maybe in the end we would cry But I believe in every book I've ever read And what you said And the moon was in the

Oh, the sun is shining far too bright For it to still be night Oh, the air feels so cold, so cold and old How can it be light? Oh, let's take a walk