There was a light at midnight
Was not a star, nor the moon
It was you, shinning in my arms
I would have stopped the time
Just to hold you there till now
But when is pleasure, it never lasts
It runs away and turns into lust
Where spirituality and philosophy meet
There was a light at midnight
Was not a star, nor the moon
It was you, shinning in my arms
I would have stopped the time
Just to hold you there till now
But when is pleasure, it never lasts
It runs away and turns into lust