Bright Nights

Baztian

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Like an old post-rock song
Playing in my broken player
As I hear it quiet
In a bus sit going home

This feelings made me cry
And still I can't say it, why?
What once put us apart
Is gone and I can finally say it

I stay and wait to see your face
And than I realize that is no wrong or right
All we have is the bright nights

Now at the same old days...