White night in hours, clean sheets that feel like sleeping While suitcases walk upstairs with sadness and gloominess Leaves falling nowhere, I hear them talk They sing farewell, they know my neighborhood is coming back I hear them saying it's your station, now The first one to cry is the last to die Seems I'm so tired So I wear my raincoat, I'll colour those dark windows That green build will light up the chords of my favourite song I hear them saying it's your station, now The first one to cry is the last to die Seems I'm so tired