Restless dreams are taking flight
Along the darkness of a quiet night
On the heights of the Avenue
We build our lives within these rooms
Close your eyes
I'll dry your tears
And when you wake
I'll be near
In the sky, beneath the planes
You breathe in time, I try to do the same
We rise at dawn, we ride the trains
And dream of growing old, of trembling again
Close your eyes
I'll dry your tears
And when you wake
I'll be near
When you wake
I'll be near
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