Nightingale
Nicholas Lowe
Sunrise and I see her eyes, though I could color the wine
Eternally break the spell, I try to tell, but I don't
Oh nightingale, oh nightingale
Oh nightingale don't you cry
So sad and my eyes go dead
So red, so empty, so red
You smile I chase my tail
You laugh like hell, but I don't
Oh nightingale, oh nightingale
Oh nightingale don't you cry
Don't cry, don't cry, don't cry
Oh nightingale
Oh nightingale
Oh nightingale
Oh nightingale
Oh nightingale
Oh nightingale