Žodžiai dainai: Turin Brakes. Nine To Five.

two lights just blinking
one north and the other one south
you can see them from the stratosphere
they're there i swear they are

in the city someones dad just died
in another one someone looks up to find
a smiling cloud looking down
as if it was alive

in the nine to five
in the children's eyes
where the aeroplanes fly
i feel magic, yeah

well if i turned off this tv
and took a walk in the rain

what could the city streets teach me
not just fill me up with fear again

i know i'm just indulging
i don't deserve to feel this strange
so tonight i'm going to feel alright with myself again

in the nine to five
in the children's eyes
where the aeroplanes fly
i feel magic, yeah