The Wildness Deacon Blue

Oh the rush hour is over
And the night has been trying
To drive us and chase us away
But we're lovely and drunk now
And our laugh dosen't
Rattle or fray
And the friday folk
Are coming round
Let the wildness
Have it's way

Oh sweet autumn
With your dark surprise
And your short days all smudged with gold
You covered up
Worn paths for us
So no story could be told
And sent the dark
Come tumbling down
So the wildness
Can't grow cold
So the morning
Would never know

Of the wildness
Of the wildness
Driving me on again
Of the wildness
Of the wildness
Shaking me
Letting me know