Dreams of Leaving - The Clientele

Goodnight, my angel of the dark

Moonlight rising on the park

I gotta go, it’s nearly morning

Though leaving you will break my heart

Don’t be afraid of dreams of leaving

Remember they are only dreams

They have no meaning in the sunlight

And I hear friends walk by the river

Ghosts as night is coming in Loneliness is like a mirror

You see yourself in everything

Goodnight, my angel of the dark

Moonlight rising on the park

I gotta go, it’s nearly morning

Though leaving you will break my heart