Letras

When it's not quite day
But it's not quite night
And especially if there has been rain
There's a gentle sway
To the dappled light
That no weather report can explain
It's a sort of glow
Neither pink nor blue
But a violet the sky hides away
And you somehow know
It was made for you
Your reward for surviving the day
And the street lamps turn on
As the sunlight goes dim
And the hum of the city sounds like a hymn
When the sun and the stars can't be seen
We live in between
It's the violet hour
Office doors revolve
And release the crowds
All too eager to vanquish the cage
Neon lights dissolve
Any low-hung clouds
And the night is a great empty page
It's a trick of the light
Or of the heart
But this moment's the moment
The world can re-start
Just an hour, but everything's new
And an hour will do
The violet hour
The violet hour
The violet hour
Written by: Eric Price, Will Reynolds
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