Night from Amour by Isa Greane

The days grow old, shadows on the wall, burns in the sunset, while they creep and crawl, onto a mirror, a reflection you see, doesn't seem to come across, eventually you'll see, behind the curtain, beneath the sea, where the real version of me, burning bright, lights up the night. All the right words, in all the wrong places, on the outside looking in, at strange familiar faces, they'll see, behind the curtain, beneath the sea, where the real version of me, behind the curtain, beneath the sea, where the real version of me, can not pretend, to be something I'm not because I love you, for who you are, my shooting star. Behind the curtain, beneath the sea, where the real version of me, behind the curtain, beneath the sea, where the real version of me, burning bright, lights up the night, lights up the night.

• Acoustic
• acoustic pop
• country indie
• folk pop
• indie folk
• singer-songwriter
• United States