Aphrodites Child
It's 5 O'Clock
It's five o'clockand I walk through the empty streetsThoughts fill my headbut then stillno one speaks to meMy mind takes me backto the years that have passed me by[interlude]It is so hard to believethat it's me that I seein the window paneIt it so hard to believethat all this is the waythat it has to beIt's five o'clockand I walk through the empty streetsThe night is my friendAnd in himI find sympathy
From Letras Mania