Pillars made of rocks and sand
Standing very tall in the air
Lined up on the side of the road
In the city nobody knows
On forgotten highways
The river is crying, the birds are flying
And the vines are climbing
On the tall balcony
The night is falling
As I hold you underneath the stars
And above the temples of love
The river is crying, the bats are flying
And the moon is smiling
Your face is glowing bright
Under the candlelight
In this empty city
You look so pretty on this cold dark night
Your smile brings the city back to life
The towers are old and the statues are gold
In the purple horizon of light
The river is crying, the birds are flying
As the clock is winding
Down
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Pillars made of rocks and sand
Standing very tall in the air
Lined up on the side of the road
In the city nobody knows
On forgotten highways
The river is crying, the birds are flying
And the vines are climbing
On the tall balcony
The night is falling
As I hold you underneath the stars
And above the temples of love
The river is crying, the bats are flying
And the moon is smiling
Your face is glowing bright
Under the candlelight
In this empty city
You look so pretty on this cold dark night
Your smile brings the city back to life
The towers are old and the statues are gold
In the purple horizon of light
The river is crying, the birds are flying
As the clock is winding
Down
Standing very tall in the air
Lined up on the side of the road
In the city nobody knows
On forgotten highways
The river is crying, the birds are flying
And the vines are climbing
On the tall balcony
The night is falling
As I hold you underneath the stars
And above the temples of love
The river is crying, the bats are flying
And the moon is smiling
Your face is glowing bright
Under the candlelight
In this empty city
You look so pretty on this cold dark night
Your smile brings the city back to life
The towers are old and the statues are gold
In the purple horizon of light
The river is crying, the birds are flying
As the clock is winding
Down
Writer: Thompson Lane
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