The sun blowing the moon away lights me up for one more day. The streets are naked in the morning sun
The night is behind me I run and run.
Morning heat puts a thin film of sweat on my face. A little man his eyes half closed puts chairs on tables
Admires his work and collects a quater from the floor. I head over the Broadway where I watch myself
Having a slow breakfast and trying to impress the barman With a fresh voice when I ask for the bill. The sun blowing the moon away lights me up for one more day. ...
Desire desire - for the unknown eyes. Desire - for the unknown name I'm burning - in the morning sun I'm on the run. Desire - for the unknown name desire - for the unknown love.
