Day and night . . . the shadows move too slowly   From dark to light she promised she could know me   Remember when . . . I watched her on the stairway   She was drinkin' wine . . . and she told me what the    stars   say . . .      Some destinies, they should not be delivered . . .   But in her eyes I saw a thousand reasons      Day and night      I feel her skin . . . it's thin and white as pressed milk   I closed my eyes and she vanished just like burnt silk   And what remains was like some fallen thunder   And my lips were chained; they were filled with empty wonder      But the stars tell lies, it blinds the only warning   And when darkness dies, there's nothing left but morning . . .      Just day and night      Day and night . . . the shadows start to scatter   When touched by light . . . each promise made is shattered   And even when the question find the answer   But even then, they're something like a dancer    But even then, they're something like a dancer   Like day and night . . . dark to light   I move from day to night