Susan Boyle - Memory: Britains Got Talent 2009

 

Midnight, Not a sound from

the pavement

Has the moon lost her memory?

She is smiling alone

In the lamplight, the withered

leaves collect at my feet

And the wind begins to moan

 

Every streetlamp seems to beat

a fatalistic warning

Someone mutters,

and a streetlamp gutters,

and soon it will be morning

 

Daylight,

I must wait for the sunrise

I must think of a new life

and I mustn't give in

When the dawn comes

tonight will be a memory too

and a new day will begin

 

Touch me, It's so easy to leave me

All alone with the memory

of my days in the sun

If you touch me,

You'll understand

what happiness is

Look, a new day has begun.