Six o´clock in the morning
Mirrored light on cobblestone
Walking the straight and narrow
Guided by the city moon
Taxicab emerges around the corner
Driving slow, looks kind of sly
I step onto the pavement
To keep my suede shoes dry
Six o´clock in the morning
My mind is set on you
Onto the winding dire stairs
That everybody knows
I can´t turn back
I can´t duck down
I´m in a Dostoyevskij fashion
The word is out
Here we go again
And tidal waves are clashing
Out of an open window
Distant tones from once before
A saxophone is glowing
Johnny Coltrane´s on the floor
Reminders of sweet innocence
Among those city walls
The crimson skies has come alive
The Night Flyer´s echo rolls
Six o´clock in the morning
My mind is set on you
Onto the winding dire stairs
That everybody knows
I can´t turn back
I can´t duck down
I´m in a Dostoyevskij fashion
The word is out
Here we go again
And tidal waves are clashing
I can´t turn back
I can´t duck down
I´m in a Dostoyevskij fashion
The word is out
Here we go again
And tidal waves are clashing

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