Texty: Moby. 18. Sleep Alone.

As the sun was set
And the pieces of the light touch your hair
Perfect love come softly
With the dawn, the dawn

City once full of people
Is desolate, is desolate
We look back in
To the ruins where we played

At least we were together holding hands
Flying through the sky
At least we were together holding hands
Flying through the sky, sky

Touch your hand
You touch the back of my neck
So many empty nights
Just waiting for this, for this

Standing there
All heading downstream
Unsteady island
We hear nothing, nothing

At least we were together holding hands
Flying through the sky
At least we were together holding hands
Flying through the sky, sky

At least we were together holding hands
Flying through the sky
At least we were together holding hands
Flying through the sky

At least we were together holding hands
Flying through the sky
At least we were together holding hands
Flying through the sky, sky