A Dusky Waltz

maybe you don't think of me
you don't see the prey you use to adore
maybe you don't wish to stay
you don't mean to smile at me anymore but
I'm not ready
To dream of someone else's face
I'm not ready
I'm not ready to stay alone as night falls
Is it late?
Too late to bring you home again?
It is late
I'm gonna wait for you back home...