Summer is over. Drunk at midday I am an onlooker. The middle of the city The half freezing afternoon breeze is blowing softly From my window I greet the scenery I know the people who live in the city You think the smell of your hometown still hasn’t changed? Struggling in the desert, the heart of the city But I hear that in the red light district naked women are waiting 1 PM, on my fifth glass, I’m listening to Galaxie 500, drunk Left to right, I start looking around the room, these unfamiliar surroundings Am I reaching you? Am I getting through…to you?! (I found these lyrics in a place. Unkown from all. As this song was for me, And you)
