It´s quarter past seven when I hold you A head floats above the sleeping town Somebody shouts to me you´re calling But nobody´s out there to reply
It´s quarter past seven and I hold you My heart floats across the silent town I stand at the window and watch it soaring Over the boulevards to the night Over the roof tops to the night
Somebody from a dream Unseen and insignificant In the emptiness of this lost town And the openness of their face Is staring all around Configurations of the stars In a God´s hand And I hold you closer in the night Now that it´s morning time
It´s quarter past seven when I hold you Your hair smells of gentle summer rain
I look out the window and I start calling But I don´t know what to reply
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