you see, love,
time is not the same for us
so tired the light
of running like crazy
between the songs.
"sign on the window says lonely".

no, love,
I don't want to talk about us,
but I would sing to you
small fragments of "new morning".
"sign on the door says no company allowed".

"sign on the street says I don't owe me".
just lock away the bullets and guns, love,
when the time is right
these will become the spare parts
for your hands.