The Reply

歌詞

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