It's four o'clock, and the bells are ringing. The sun is in the sky. I hear the song that the breeze is bringing. I smile and close my eyes. . Slowly drifting deeper and deeper inside.
See the girl in the Cabriolet. I'm gonna make her mine someday. . The traffic stops and she steps out. Every man starts to scream and shout. . There's a space in the week.