Five o’ clock and a fire escape symphony
Spilling out across the road and the squ
are
And the sky’s the same as your own, do you think of me?
Do the parks and trees and the leaves re
ach you there?
After the rain, in the lonely hours he h
aunts me....
Calling out, again, and again....
Sophia, Sophia, I’m burning, I’m burning
It’s a fire, a fire I cannot put out.
Sophia, Sophia, I’m learning that some things I can’t go without
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