And with the new light

Goes every morning

I walk the same streets

The same every day

Passed by the people

Who go to the center

The lines of their cars

They look the same way



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I look for a shelter

I go slipping away

I look for a shelter

And my time of day



To some quiet place

To find colours of joy

I look for a shelter

And this is my time



Dream of a child

A physical presence

How she does touch me

It stays in my soul

No use to deny

Existence of passion

There's no way to play it

Turn away from inside



[chorus]



To some quiet place

To find colours of joy

I look for a shelter

And this is my time



Stood by the statue

Stare out of the square

Watching the dreams that are many

Filled with a life of their own

A crippled young child

The pain of a short life

To bear curses of men

And the turning away



I walk the same streets

The same every day

I walk the same streets

The same every day



[chorus]



To some quiet place

To find colours of joy

I look for a shelter

This is my time