Desire - Yello

The sun blowing the moon away lights me up for one more day.

The streets are naked in the morning sun

The night is behind me I run and run.

Morning heat puts a thin film of sweat on my face.

A little man

his eyes half closed

puts chairs on tables

Admires his work and collects a quater from the floor.

I head over the Broadway where I watch myself

Having a slow breakfast and trying to impress the barman

With a fresh voice when I ask for the bill.

The sun blowing the moon away lights me up for one more day.

…

Desire

desire — for the unknown eyes.

Desire — for the unknown name

I’m burning — in the morning sun

I’m on the run.

Desire — for the unknown name

desire — for the unknown love.