MUSIC FOR SALE

Verse 1 Behind the window you stand, Raindrops trailing down the pane. London in cold foggy gray— An empty whisky glass beside you— the greed has vanished. The girl gets dressed, sober, without pretense.
Chorus A Sunday like so many in this big city— Emotions frozen, hot passion lost.
Verse 2 She is now everywoman to you, a fleeting encounter. You hear her steps in the hall and the quiet ticking of the clock. On the windowpane only bright droplets, like pearls strung on a thread.
Chorus A Sunday like so many in this big city— Emotions frozen, hot passion lost.
Bridge You stand and wonder Where is she, that oft-sung, oft-described love? Where is he, the harmony of feelings— Blessed is the one who gets to experience it.
Chorus A Sunday like so many in this big city— Emotions frozen, hot passion lost.
Outro You walk through long, crowded streets and long for love, the warm smile of a woman that breaks the ice inside you.