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.