Leaving the ground When I'm with you To hold them down Slip into your skin and spend the night And get out of mine Walking the streets in dark Where lamps are the sunshine for the trees Oh for the trees cause everybody needs somebody

All your treasures When I walk down your street Through your barred windows you look at me And you wonder, have I come to ask For one of your precious things that do not last You think you know me but you don't know That there's more to this picture than

Where are you now? Do you ever think of me In the quiet, in the crowd? But where are you now? It came to the end it seems you had heard. As we walked the city streets, You never said a word. When we finally sat down Your eyes were full of spite.