White Night

White night in hours, clean sheets that feel like sleeping
While suitcases walk upstairs with sadness and gloominess
Leaves falling nowhere, I hear them talk
They sing farewell, they know my neighborhood is coming back
I hear them saying it’s your station, now
The first one to cry is the last to die
Seems I’m so tired
So I wear my raincoat, I’ll colour those dark windows
That green build will light up the chords of my favourite song
I hear them saying it’s your station, now
The first one to cry is the last to die
Seems I’m so tired