Noura

Dark waves near The Harbor Side. Thunder city. Velvet halls under fading light, your gold earrings Shining bright. Soft hands holdin' mine so tight, Like we vanished into the night. Warm wine poured in silver cups, Old songs rising slowly up. No fear when the world erupts, Your calm voice is more than enough. Dark waves near the harbor side, blue silk moving With the tide. No crowd and no place to Hide, still I keep close with pride. Last stars falling as sun rise, Ancient love within your eyes. Even when old empires die, your name will survive Through time. Soft thunder rolling past the city, tall white Pillars beside the breeze. Your slow laughter surrounding me, like a dream Carved in history. Rose petals scattered on the floor, bronze locks Hanging by the door. No rich king could ask for more than your Touch in the midnight hour. Golden smoke from the incense fire, quiet hearts Filled with desire. Whole world sinking lower and higher, still our love Never seems to tire. First dawn shining on palace stone, warm light Turning the walls to gold. Even if I lose my throne, your two eyes Will still feel like home. Dark Waves Near The harbor side. Dark near Soft thunder rolling past the city. Velvet halls under fading light, your gold earrings Shining bright. Soft hands holdin' mine so tight, Like we vanished into the night. Warm wine poured in silver cups, Old songs rising slowly up. No fear when the world erupts, Your calm voice is more than enough. Dark waves near the harbor side, blue silk moving With the tide. No crowd and no place to Hide, still I keep you close with pride. Last stars falling as sun rise, Ancient love within your eyes. Even when old empires die, your name will survive Through time. Soft thunder rolling past the city, tall white Pillars beside the breeze. Your slow laughter surrounding me, like a dream Carved in history. Rose petals scattered on the floor, Bronze locks hanging by the door. No rich king could ask for more than your Touch in the midnight hour. Golden smoke from the incense fire, quiet hearts Filled with desire. Whole world sinking lower and higher, still our love Never seems to tire. First dawn shining on palace stone, warm light Turning the walls to gold. Even if I lose my throne, your two eyes Will still feel like home. Dark waves near The harbor side.