Riverside at night is on my mind.

These nights, before summer kissed spring to say goodbye.

These nights, before I had to say goodbye.

Riverside at night is on my mind.

Daytime shift, hours are crawling. 

Always more easy when sun isn’t shining.

What should I write or say to describe –

miracles happen once in a while.

Counting stars, late at night.

Hiding beneath walls and caves at night.

Kissing you is releasing my mind.

These roads get tough, smoking cigs all night. 

Always on the run, never get catched in all this time. 

All this secrets evolving into feelings and I didn’t mind.