The city yawns and stretches There's songs to sing With the voice of elder and the young ones slept Heavy eyes that see clear but can still dream And this feeling irks me But it's gone so quickly And you're still new to me And you burn so brightly I just smile politely at everyone I see in case you suddenly appear Now I'm tired of waiting And this hesitation We buried the hatchet in our own back yard We buried the hatchet in our own back yard...