Sunday Morning in the heart of the city
It's the nights that wear you out
Said Cicily as
She colluded at the bus stop
With the Captain and the rest of the men
She colluded at the bus stop
Said it didn't feel that dangerous then
Monday morning in a strange bed in this town
Wake up slowly take a long look around
Get dressed quickly trying hard not to wake him
Leave in silence "˜cause it's better that way
And and hey it's not as though you wanted to
But hey, we all do what we need to get through
And hey, it's not as though you wanted to
But you did it just for something to do
Cicily walks the streets of post-war Berlin
She likes the fashions and the breeze from the Spree
She knows it's all or nothing, no turning back now
But hey she didn't like her old life anyway
And, and no, it's not as though she meant it
But she likes it now it's all come to pass
And no, it's not as though she meant it
But she knows that you can't change the past
And so you spend the day with this old diary
That charts the hopes and dream and fears
Of Cicily as she
Colluded at the bus stop
Started something that she couldn't contain
She colluded at the bus stop
Didn't know her life would never be the same.
And hey, you said you wouldn't read it
And you're not sure she'd have wanted you to
But hey, it's too late to unread it
And maybe she just put it all "“ down "“ for "“ you
And hey it's not as though you meant to
But we all do what we need to get through
And hey, it's not as though you wanted to
But maybe this is what she wanted for you.