Morning has come
But there's one room still in dark
He doesn't need light
There is nothing that
he wants to or needs to see
All the pieces of the world
Are going back to their places
But he's still in dark
He has an empty glass
and one cigarette
Nobody finds him
and he finds no one anymore
The wind of the city
It comes through the window
And he just listens to the sound
He just listens to the sound
though he can't understand
There is crying
There is fighting
They are angry
But who knows the reason why
They are doing so
And they want somebody
to love and to blame
But who know the reason why
They are doing so
He doesn't see
Nobody finds him
and he finds no one anymore
The wind of the city
It comes through the window
And he just listens to the sound
He just listens to the sound
though he can't understand
There is crying
There is fighting
They are angry
But who knows the reason why
They are doing so
And they want somebody
to love and to blame
But who know the reason why
They are doing so
The only thing that he wants
Deep silence can make him sleep
He's walking toward the wind
and closing the window
There is crying
There is fighting
They are angry
But who knows the reason why
They are doing so
And they want somebody
to love and to blame
But who know the reason
But who know the reason
There is crying
There is fighting
They are angry
But who knows the reason why
They are doing so
And they want somebody
to love and to blame
But who know the reason why
They are doing so
He doesn't see
He doesn't see