Obstinent, found all in those streets I’ve been 
You can almost dissapear 
Five a clock, it’so quit and he makes us talk 
Live voices from the other side 
I’m holding that, what can I hold, I only think about 
Once that you leave me in July 
You restle dawn, I hundred motion are inside 
And when I hear that good night cry 
Guess that I will always be the same 
Dream with my days away