T2 - Morning

A thousand parchment hands,
Outstretched in attitude of prayer,
To sky that answered not at all,
Was there alone in colours, alone,
Alone in colours.

The man of gentle voices,
Was asking only time,
From sky that answered not at all,
Was there alone in colours, alone,
Alone in colours, alone.

The silent streets of emptiness,
Awaited only dawn,
In sky that answered not all,
Was there alone in colours, alone,
Alone in colours, alone.

As through a shadow darkly,
As through a curtain dimly, why, how?

With a careless wave of her hair,
Dawn is stepping, through the night air,
why, how?
Why, how, why, how?

Guess who’s waiting on the corner,
Will the man of gentle voices try to warm her,
From the cold that’s eating into every day?

In the morning quite excited,
Feeling strange but still delighted,
Everything’s going faster, faster, faster,
Everything's going faster, faster, faster.

Roads with gleaming eyes of fire,
Blinding, flashing, passing by her,
Everything's going faster, faster, faster,
Everything’s going faster, faster, faster.

This is the day and it’s passing away,
Comforting meanings are passing away.

The man of gentle voices,
Was asking only time,
From sky that answered not at all,

Was there alone in colours, alone,
Alone in colours, alone.

The silent streets of emptiness,
Awaited only dawn,
In sky that answered not at all,
Was there alone in colours, alone,
Alone in colours, alone.