nights in white satin never reaching the end
letters i’ve written never meaning to send
beauty i’d always missed with these eyes before
just what the truth is i can’t say anymore
’cause i love you
yes i love you
oh i love you
gazing at people some hand in hand
just what i’m going through they can’t understand
some try to tell me thoughts they cannot defend
just what you want to be you will be in the end
and i love you
yes i love you
ah how i love you
ah how i love you
flute
nights in white satin never reaching the end
letters i’ve written never meaning to send
beauty i’ve always missed with these eyes before
just what the truth is i can’t say anymore
’cause i love you
yes i love you
oh how i love you
oh how i love you
’cause i love you
yes i love you
oh how i love you
oh how i love you
late lament graeme edge
breathe deep the gathering gloom
watch lights fade from every room
bedsitter people look back and lament
another day’s useless energy spent
impassioned lovers wrestle as one
lonely man cries for love and has none
new mother picks up and suckles her son
senior citizens wish they were young
cold hearted orb that rules the night
removes the colours from our sight
red is grey and yellow white
but we decide which is right
and which is an illusion
Artist: The Moody Blues
Year: 1972
Decade: 70s
Language: en
Word Count: 143