Running through town
is the sound of the clock tower's bell.
If the fog has cleared,
try to open the window.
A shadow stretches over the stone pavement
The sound of footsteps called love...
* You can't hide it. My eyes
can see tiny little things
You can't hide it. In due time, a happy end
will land in your mailbox
A story that fell from the sky
Gazing at something
are your black eyes.
Transcribing something
is your green heart.
Because, under this vast sky
you're flying off to somewhere...
Get your voice heard to me
Just for this dream you had this morning
Get your dream heard to me
At the same old café table
A story that fell from the sky
* (Repeat)