Testo It's Five O'clock

It's five o'clock and I walk through the empty streets Thoughts fill my head but then still no one speaks to me My mind takes me back to the years that have passed me by [interlude] It is so hard to believe that it's me that I see in the window pane It it so hard to believe that all this is the way that it has to be It's five o'clock and I walk through the empty streets The night is my friend And in him I find sympathy thus so And so I go back to the years that have past me by [interlude] It is so hard to believe that it's me that I see in the window pane It it so hard to believe that all this is the way that it has to be It's five o'clock and I walk through the empty streets The night is my friend And in him I find sympathy He gives me day gives me hope and a little dream too