When the evening comes - Super700
And when your love is gone
Love that was all you had
Cook all your favorite meals
Salt them with all your tears
Kiss all the goods goodbye
Bring all the shades to bed
Burn what you have to burn
Flames that won't be misled
And when the evening comes
There'll be no time for rest
Put on your favorite shoes
For it might be the last
And when your love is gone
Love that was kind and keen
Love that was king and queen
Memories that must be fed
Go give a ball at court
Feast everyone you meet
Grow wear the crown alone
Drink to the empty seat
And when the evening comes
There'll be no time for rest
Put on your favorite shoes
For it might be the last
And when the evening comes
There'll be no time for rest
Put on your favorite shoes
For it might be the last
And when your time has gone
Years you did not expect
Tears you did not collect
Rivers that guide you home
You kept the course alone
Now that this time has gone
Now that you did your best
Finally your dressed to rest
And when the evening comes
There'll be no time for rest
Put on your favorite shoes
For it might be the last
And when the evening comes
There'll be no time for rest
Put on your favorite shoes
For it might be the last