I think those are the same birds
We were hearing across the river
They're whip-poor-wills flying two by two
Like lovers strayed wherever their delivered
I don't want this to change
I don't want this to change
But sweetheart I know nothing stays the same
So lets stay a while longer as much as it's in vain
The whip-poor-wills are disturbing our peace
Those are their songs cutting through the silence
Look how they are striking through the light
That's reflecting off your amethyst
I don't want this to change
I don't want this to change
But sweetheart I know nothing stays the same
So lets stay a while longer as much as it's in vain
What I wouldn't give to be next to you
On the patio watching those whip-poor-wills
Now consigned to a memory, do you think of them?
As much I do, to exist in the stills?
I still hear their songs in my head
Every night before bed
I still hear their songs in my head
Every night before I go to bed
Oh but honey, everything has to end
I don't want this to change
I don't want this to change
So sweetheart can it just stay the same?
