Why must I wait for the morning sun to rise
That maybe then I can rest my eyes
So I won’t think of you and our used-to-be’s
Cause I can’t turn the night
No I can’t turn the night
Oh, I can’t turn the night off
I watch the ceiling dance thru my midnight eyes
A screen on which I fantasize
All of our yesterdays and our used-to-be’s
Oh, I can’t turn the night
No I can’t turn the night
Oh, I can’t turn the night off
If only you and I were together now
We’d make it somehow
We were so young before; we didn’t realize
You can’t take back the goodbyes
And so I wait for the morning sun to rise
That maybe then I can close my eyes
So I won’t look at you and our used-to-be’s
And I can’t turn the night
No, I can’t turn the night
Oh, I can’t turn the night off
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