[Lyric] Evening Song (Wendy Eisenberg)

High melody, don't come to me at night
I'm trying to relax
I'm tired and I can't withstand your attack
A memory, a reputation gained
I'm climbing on the stage and I'm burning the page
Little bubble, dotted, underlined
All the artists in another time
I can hardly bother with what isn't Minecraft
Little windstorm, graceful saxophone
Don't remember when I was alone
I can hardly bother with what I am known for

A passenger, don't always have to drive
The target won't move too far
And you're always welcome in my car
You opera star, keep wailing to thе skies
What isn't a stage, we'rе already loose on the page
Little artists in their studios
Little bubble I will get to know
I can hardly bother with what doesn't thrill me
New attention, new prosperity
I remember 2017
I can hardly bother with what isn't right now
With me
Right here