The empty sky, drained and pure Indolent town, deep cloven streets Sometimes he's depressed by her imperfections ♪ I think you touched him with your love Just a cold breeze from the sea They should not be important But they become so real ♪ He waits for her all morning (She avoids his eyes) She waits for him all evening (He avoids her talk) He waits for her all morning (She avoids his eyes) The brilliance of a language ♪ He waits for her all morning (She avoids his eyes) She waits for him all evening (He avoids her talk) He waits for her all morning (She avoids his eyes) The brilliance of a language