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
And one of those is him.
And now I walk these streets like a stra
nger in my home town,
Learn the language, form the words when
I speak.
But he changed me, I’m his ghost since he came around
Now I count the hours, and the days and
the weeks.....
In passion and silence,
Every word, every line a measure
It’s the science of the soul.
And his books, they breathe a reason
