Zeitgeist nights spent high like kites,
but only when we catch the wind.
It's singing to us, it's talking to us.
Who knows what this day might bring?

Sleep now sugar, let the hours pass.
Steep now mountains as the sand falls through the hour glass.
Talk to me, whisper to me.
Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

You stole my heart in Monamarte.
Crossed arms and crossed borders,
you told me from the start.
But who knows what the future will bring.

Not me my love.
Not me.