The empty sky, drained and pure
Indolent town, deep cloven streets
Sometimes he's depressed by her imperfections
I think you touched him with your love
Just a cold breeze from the sea
They should not be important
But they become so real
He waits for her all morning
(She avoids his eyes)
She waits for him all evening
(He avoids her talk)
He waits for her all morning
(She avoids his eyes)
The brilliance of a language
He waits for her all morning
(She avoids his eyes)
She waits for him all evening
(He avoids her talk)
He waits for her all morning
(She avoids his eyes)
The brilliance of a language
