Franco Battiato
It's Five O' Clock
It's five o' clock and i walk through the empty streets.
Thoughts fill my head
but then still no one speaks to me
my mind takes me back to the years that have passed me by
It is so hard to believe
that it's me that i see
in the window pane
it is so hard to believe that all this is the way
that it has to be
It's five o' clock and i walk through the empty streets.
The night is my friend and in him i find sympathy
and so i go back to the years
that have past me by
It is so hard to believe
that it's me that i see
in the window pane
Letras de cancionesit is so hard to believe that all this is the way
that it has to be
It's five o' clock and i walk through the empty streets.
the night is my friend and in him i find sympathy.
He gives me day gives me hope and a little dream too.
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