One, two, three

Well I see the girl running
With no shoes on her feet
Jumping shade to shadow
In this deafening heat

And I hear the trains coming
And the drunk man singing on the street
And the fan on the ceiling
Reeling
Me in to sleep

And I dream silent movies
Black and white memories I suppose
They’re the same old stories
But wearing in different clothes

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So where’s the girl running
With no shoes on her feet
Cos there’s no shade nor shadow
In this deafening heat