(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)



We're strangers of the night

Looking at each other in the window light

You say: Let's go this way tonight



The city turns

The city burns

And I am in the back of the car

The city turns

The city burns

And I don't know where you are



Slowly the light changes

Window to window

Your hand is cupping the light of a match

Printed roses on your dress

Dark and light in folding of clothings



Body is Braille

Body is Braille



A wagon full of big-eyed cattle

Boys with potato-faces

Girls with red hands

My head is rolling full of ocean

She's a pet bird to be proud of (Julie)



You lack leadership qualities

A white steamer stuck in the afternoon

He told us to double back, double back, double back



Random birds in small backyards

Catching the morning ferry

A dark curtain of rain

A dark curtain of rain



Body is Braille

Body is Braille



A dark curtain of rain

Your hand is cupping the light of a match



A telephone rings



An aeroplane flies

We are catching the morning ferry

In a dark curtain of rain