Underneath the pale moon's glow,
Whispers of sorrow start to grow,
In the realm of the somber sky,
Our melancholy lullaby.
Underneath the pale moon's glow,
Whispers of sorrow start to grow,
In the realm of the somber sky,
Our melancholy lullaby.
In the shadows of the city lights,
Where echoes of silence fill the nights,
A gloomy haze, a subtle grace,
Lost in time, a familiar space.
Underneath the pale moon's glow,
Whispers of sorrow start to grow,
In the realm of the somber sky,
Our melancholy lullaby.
Underneath the pale moon's glow,
Whispers of sorrow start to grow,
In the realm of the somber sky,
Our melancholy lullaby.
Raindrops fall a symphony,
On the canvas of our misery
Raindrops fall a symphony,
On the canvas of our misery
Raindrops fall a symphony,
Underneath the pale moon's glow,
Whispers of sorrow start to grow,
In the realm of the somber sky,
Our melancholy lullaby.
Underneath the pale moon's glow,
Whispers of sorrow start to grow,
In the realm of the somber sky,
Our melancholy lullaby.
Through the echoes of the night,
We navigate this endless plight,
In the doom, we find release,
A somber serenade, a sense of peace.
Underneath, Underneath
Underneath the pale moon's glow,
Whispers of sorrow start to grow,
In the realm of the somber sky,
Our melancholy lullaby.
Underneath the pale moon's glow,
Whispers of sorrow start to grow,
In the realm of the somber sky,
Our melancholy lullaby.
Underneath the pale moon's glow,
Whispers of sorrow start to grow,
In the realm of the somber sky,
Our melancholy lullaby.