It's cold outside And a silver cloud hangs low over the morning skyline There is no sound other than my heartbeat And snowflakes dance like fireflies In the distance a billboard shines through the mist And on it I can read my name And a short Message: 'To live outside of time is to be free' 'Have a nice day'
Traffic is heavy And rain has fallen on the city To one side of me , I hear a voice It is a man without a face And he has a book Written in a language I cannot understand Seventeen people enter the white building at the same time And the clock has stopped at nine On the elevator wall is written: 'Only love can set you free' 'This is your lucky day'
AND SO I SAY TO MYSELF MAYBE THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR MAYBE THIS IS THE MOMENT MAYBE THIS IS WHAT IT MEANS TO BE FREE
Time itself is frozen Somewhere a telephone is ringing Is that for me ? Can that be for me ? There IS a voice there And it's one I've heard before Could have been a dream - or at least Another place,another time Perhaps we can rendezvous ? Put a name to a face Or a face to a name ? But already I know what it is he has to say: 'Only by can you truly arrive' HAVE A NICE DAY!
AND SO I SAY TO MYSELF MAYBE THIS IS WHAT I'VE BEEN WAITING FOR MAYBE THIS IS THE MOMENT MAYBE THIS WILL BE MY LUCKY DAY
It's cold outside And a silver cloud hangs low over the morning skyline There is no sound other than my heartbeat And snowflakes dance like fireflies