Desert streets
Only birds on the squares
The empty bench in the fog
Where lovers sat before

The lonely nights
Just some few lights
From windows somewhere
There’s no moonlight

In these days
Nothing is the same
But keep your faith
You and I we’ll be OK

In the big city
And in the country side
Just the sound of the wind
Silence hurts sometimes

Something is in the air
And we can’t see
Young and old
Rich and poor
We’re all the same
In these days