Read between smoking silhouettes Did not catch sight of you yet Oh why Is it so unkind? Silver morning brings something to fight Into the frame of
Sun said it's gonna shine on, down into my window It's gonna light my room just right Gonna shine and make the pain go They go running from the rain
I stole into the eyes of a boy singing the blues Hair jet black, he'd stars for shoes (?) Smoked his cigarette cos his lips had touched it And I found
Too many ghosts reside behind this window I could dig it out but I don't Hear the beginning of morning song Tripping lightly from night's tongue City
Paris is beautiful during the summertime, I hear Here is so dull and grey after the April snow has cleared I keep New York in mind, rain on the streets
Windowsill, Paris, France Cast a shadow of this chance Hanging over Gare du Nord like I never asked for more Statues on the building tops Stooping for
Alone On the edge of something Surround me a simple shell, you In a forest, frozen, people Dumbfound me, you found me I feel a shoot I feel a thunderbolt
Sit tight, it's your version of alive You keep your molecules inside I know you know desire is not so polite Take a quick breath, do you feel what's
Something ripped me open From my little death woken Fading rhythm of lifeline Is music for a dead child I'm skirting the rim, skirting the rim of reality
