| Midnight | |
| Not a sound from the pavement | |
| Has the moon lost her memory? | |
| She is smiling alone | |
| In the lamplight | |
| The withered leaves collect at my feet | |
| And the wind begins to moan | |
| Memory | |
| All alone in the moonlight | |
| I can smile at the old days | |
| I was beautiful then | |
| I remember the time I knew what happiness was | |
| Let the memory live again | |
| Every streetlamp | |
| Seems to beat a fatalistic warning | |
| Someone mutters | |
| And the streetlamp gutters | |
| And soon it will be morning | |
| Daylight | |
| I must wait for the sunrise | |
| I must think of a new life | |
| And I musn't give in | |
| When the dawn comes | |
| Tonight will be a memory too | |
| And a new day will begin | |
| Burnt out ends of smoky days | |
| The stale cold smell of morning | |
| The streetlamp dies, another night is over | |
| Another day is dawning | |
| Touch me | |
| It's so easy to leave me | |
| All alone with the memory | |
| Of my days in the sun | |
| If you touch me | |
| You'll understand what happiness is | |
| Look | |
| A new day has begun |