The evening's curtain leaves the one it has
It starts to give that sky, to seek in this day
The world we close and let send somewhat in hand
The hues they blend and laugh, nature's canvas coming free
A masterpiece won't fade, fade
The dusk, it starts, it starts, its magic starts, it thrills

In skies of lavender and gold (lavender and gold)
Evenings touch, so soft, so bold
With every shade, every stroke, so brave, so true
The night's first star appears, on queue
The colors of the dusk, they glow, they dance
Painting worlds in one more chance anew

As twilight spreads its wings (it spreads)
Silhouettes like puppets on a string
Moments cherished, never old, old
Soft whispers in the breeze, they play
In the twilight's final say
Crimson fire, indigo sky

Nightfall gently takes the stage (takes the stage)
Purples deepen, shadows age
The painted horizon, our front-page
And as we gaze upon
The world it slowly turns a page

Drifts into a dream, a dream
Where the moon begins to rise (it rises)
Silver beams as day's disguise
Turn from warmth to cool night's gleam
A palette fresh with stars so bright (stars so bright)

Galaxies spun from the fading light
Constellations telling tales, tales
The evening's curtain, it unveils
Unfolds the night, it sets the sail
Across the canvas of the night