People sleeping in the air
Above a city made of black and white pictures
Here we are
The lights are turning down
We're trying to fill some empty sounds
To fill an empty prayer
She looks at me through a portrait
I stare at her
I don't know where she comes from
While somebody's taking pictures of this moment
While we're trying to keep everything
Trying to remember it
When times will be hard
Where will we be
When days will get dark
Who knows if we'll meet
Where we're gonna end
And where we're gonna play
If we still will be the same
If we'll have the same way to play our days
Here we are
People calling us
And we're trying to separate the cold outside our world
We're trying to get warm
On a September night
When we still feel we're able to give something to this world
When times will be hard
Where will we be
And when days will get so dark
Who knows, who knows if we'll meet
Will we still be the same
Will we have the same aim
Will we still be able to play our days
Just like tonight
This night when we're here
The lights are burning they're turning to red and white
And colours mixing in our eyes
And notes are coming from our hands
The words are falling from the sky
And here we are, here we are playing our days