It's Five O'Clock - Franco Battiato

And I walk through the empty streets

Thoughts fill my head

But then still

No one speaks to me My mind takes me back

To the years that have passed me by

(interlude)

It is so hard to believe

That it’s me That I see

In the window pane

It is so hard to believe

That all this is the way

That is has to be It’s five o’click

And I walk through the empty streets

The night is my friend

And in him

I find sympathy

And so I go back to the years that have to past me by

(interlude)

It is so hard to believe

That it’s me That I see

In the window pane

It is so hard to believe

That all this is the way

That is has to be It’s five o’click

And I walk through the empty streets

The night is my friend

And in him I find sympathy

He gives, gives me day

Gives me hope

And a little dream too