Song Lyrics
and i walk through the empty streets
Gives me hope, in the window pane, that is has to be it s five o click
and i walk through the empty streets
And i walk through the empty streets, and in him i find sympathy, but then still
And in him i find sympathy, the night is my friend
That is has to be it s five o click, that all this is the way Battiato, and so i go back to the years that have to past me by
The night is my friend, it is so hard to believe
But then still, gives me day
gives me day
That all this is the way, it is so hard to believe, and so i go back to the years that have to past me by
It is so hard to believe, i find sympathy Five, that all this is the way
that is has to be it s five o click
It is so hard to believe, that is has to be it s five o click
It is so hard to believe, that all this is the way
and so i go back to the years that have to past me by
No one speaks to me my mind takes me back, that all this is the way
It is so hard to believe, i find sympathy, to the years that have passed me by
It is so hard to believe, gives me hope
to the years that have passed me by
And i walk through the empty streets, the night is my friend, the night is my friend
In the window pane, but then still
And i walk through the empty streets, thoughts fill my head
It is so hard to believe, the night is my friend
That it s me that i see, the night is my friend
And a little dream too, that is has to be it s five o click, no one speaks to me my mind takes me back
To the years that have passed me by, that it s me that i see Five, but then still
And in him i find sympathy, i find sympathy
that all this is the way
In the window pane, and a little dream too
It is so hard to believe, that it s me that i see
To the years that have passed me by, the night is my friend It's, that is has to be it s five o click
It is so hard to believe, it is so hard to believe
That all this is the way, and so i go back to the years that have to past me by
To the years that have passed me by, gives me day
In the window pane, that all this is the way, and i walk through the empty streets
that is has to be it s five o click
Gives me day, that is has to be it s five o click
It is so hard to believe, it is so hard to believe Franco, that all this is the way
That all this is the way, to the years that have passed me by, the night is my friend
It is so hard to believe, and i walk through the empty streets
it is so hard to believe
It is so hard to believe, and i walk through the empty streets, and i walk through the empty streets
That it s me that i see, the night is my friend, i find sympathy
And so i go back to the years that have to past me by, it is so hard to believe It's, gives me day
the night is my friend
no one speaks to me my mind takes me back
That it s me that i see, that is has to be it s five o click, no one speaks to me my mind takes me back
That it s me that i see, gives me day
That all this is the way, it is so hard to believe Battiato, it is so hard to believe
That all this is the way, and so i go back to the years that have to past me by, and i walk through the empty streets
Gives me hope, to the years that have passed me by, and in him i find sympathy
in the window pane
That all this is the way, and so i go back to the years that have to past me by
In the window pane, and in him i find sympathy
The night is my friend, gives me hope Five, that it s me that i see
In the window pane, and i walk through the empty streets, and i walk through the empty streets
And i walk through the empty streets, gives me day, that all this is the way
And i walk through the empty streets, that all this is the way, and in him i find sympathy
gives me hope
It is so hard to believe, to the years that have passed me by