Nightingale

makes no difference night or day i keep going anyway to the darkest paths of sound you could ever dream about and i could never let you down if i could only see you frown pour that colour in my tale cause i am a blinded nightingale makes no difference what you say and if you ever give away years may pass or centuries through reflected memories no i ll never let you down maybe it's shining all around made of gold but still a jail i am a blinded nightingale i was born inside this cage tried to escape the silent rage made of gold but still a jail i am a blinded nightingale