| The sun | |
| Blowing the moon away | |
| Lights me up for | |
| One more day | |
| The streets are naked | |
| In the morning sun | |
| The night lifts 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 quarter from the floor | |
| I head over to Broadway | |
| Where I watch myself | |
| Having a slow breakfast | |
| 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 | |
| The streets are naked | |
| In the morning sun | |
| The night lifts behind me | |
| I run and run | |
| Desire | |
| Desire for the unknown eyes | |
| Desire for the unknown name | |
| I'm burning in the morning sun, I want to run | |
| Desire for the unknown name | |
| Desire for the unknown love | |
| I'm burning in the morning sun |