The Reply
And Also The Trees
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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
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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