I am tired, I am wary. I can't go to sleep. There are people I need to Talk to and places to be. Sunlight! Oh sunlight! I call upon you To either forget me or Make me anew. Now six months have past and I'm still on my own. Yet I keep my door open for Whoever may roam Down from the hilltop up To the sixth floor To that dirty old stable behind My front door. Don't be a fool now, You'll know who I am. As a matter of fact, I will come back again: I remembered the codeword, I synchronized my watch And two years from now, We will once again touch. Two years from now We will once again touch.