Burnt out ends of smoky days,
The stale cold smell of morning.
A street lamp dies, another night is over,
Another day is dawning.
The stale cold smell of morning.
A street lamp 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.
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.