The Moody Blues Night in White Satin

Nights in white satin never reaching the end. Letters I ve written never meaning to send. Beauty I d always missed with these eyes before. Just what the truth is I can t say anymore. Cause I love you, yes I love you, oh, how I love you. Gazing at people some hand in hand just what I m going though they can t understand. Some try to tell me thoughts they cannot defend just what you want to be you ll be in the end.