Диджей Бабушка 3

The darkness calls, And the night gets low. I wake in the night, The best I show. Your touch is mine On a stormy day. With a ghostly chance To maybe drift away. All the desire Is what I need. I'm drifting away. I'm the dead of deep. Don't let me fade. Your holy tongue. I'm fading sun. But you're only son. In the neon hold, I'm the pretty soul. You find me gold. But you're so alone. Till the pain is gone, Where your heart will speak. With a masterpiece, You'll always leave. Don't let me fade. Your holy tongue. I'm the fading sun. But you're only son. Delighted and no, To make me go. With a new door, I can feel the flow. Don't let me fade. Your holy tongue. I'm the fading sun. But you're only son. Too soft a space, Too soft a climb. Without your face, The feeling defined. The world is empty. Could feel so cold. The neon skies, You'll find my hope. In the beyond hope, I'm the pretty soul. You find Me gold. But you're only son. In the neon gold, the lights go. The star of night, they pass the flow. I'll be your sun. I'll be your sun. Don't let me fade. Your holy tongue. I'm the fading sun. But you're only son. With all of the time, you feel it drop. I'm losing slow. I'm losing slow. In the neon hold, I'm the pretty soul. You find Me gold.