...with all that I want.

And when the night is falling, Down the sky at midnight

Another year is stalling, Far away a good bye, good night

So small a turning, The world grows older every day
An ache, a yearning, Soften when I hear you say

And when the cold wind's blowing, Snow drifts through the pine trees
In houses lights are glowing, Likewise in your eyes that find me here...

...with all that I want.

Out in the harbor the ships come in, it's Christmastime. / The Weepies

See more "Light" shots at YouCapture. The second shot is for Texture Thursday, third is for This or That.