The streetlights flicker on the avenue of New York City
The old typewriter sits quietly by the window pane
We spent so many seasons in the pouring rain
Looking for a spark that wouldn't fade away
Now the autumn leaves are turning into gold
A simple cup of tea that never will grow cold
I used to write about the tragedies and scars
But tonight we are counting different stars
You hold my hand under the velvet sky
As the world outside is rushing by
With this white veil blowing in the gentle wind
The sweetest chapter is about to begin
I do forever and always my love
No more running from what we were dreaming of
Under the white veil in the quiet room
I finally found my home in you
A simple cup of tea that never will grow cold
I used to write about the tragedies and scars
But tonight we are counting different stars
You hold my hand under the velvet sky
As the world outside is rushing by
With this white veil blowing in the gentle wind
The sweetest chapter is about to begin
I do forever and always my love
No more running from what we were dreaming of
Under the white veil in the quiet room
I finally found my home in you