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.