Lyrics

Twisting turning Silent night, there is no reason to shut the light. Sleep gives way to fools in flight. It’s not too late to let go. Traveling through uncharted land, no clear direction without a plan, navigation is out of hand. It’s not too late to let go. Flying high over rough terrain, catch rising heat to heights unknown. Reach the point, no more to gain, and you start the journey home. Don’t even try to understand the ebb and flow of passion play. No telling when it will make its day. It’s not too late to let go. Drift in and out of dreaming state, slumber seems to be a bay. No telling when it will make its day. It’s not too late to let go.