The night lifts behind me
Puts a thin film of sweat on my face
A little man, his eyes half closed
And collects a quarter from the floor
Trying to impress the barman with a fresh voice
The night lifts behind me
Desire for the unknown eyes
Desire for the unknown name
I'm burning in the morning sun, I want to run
Desire for the unknown name
Desire for the unknown love
I'm burning in the morning sun