East Harlem

                                  Another rose wilts in East Harlem

And uptown downtown a thousand miles between us

She's waiting for the night to fall

Let it fall, I'll never make it in time 

Let it fall, I'll never make it in time 

Let it fall, I'll never make it in time 



Sound is the colour I know, oh,

Sound is what keeps me looking for your eyes,

And sound of your breath in the cold,

And oh, the sound will bring me home again. 

And oh, the sound will bring me home again.