(Hofstede/Kloet/Stips - Hofstede)

We're strangers of the night
Looking at each other in the window light
You say: Let's go this way tonight

The city turns
The city burns
And I am in the back of the car
The city turns
The city burns
And I don't know where you are

Slowly the light changes
Window to window
Your hand is cupping the light of a match
Printed roses on your dress
Dark and light in folding of clothings

Body is Braille
Body is Braille

A wagon full of big-eyed cattle
Boys with potato-faces
Girls with red hands
My head is rolling full of ocean
She's a pet bird to be proud of (Julie)

You lack leadership qualities
A white steamer stuck in the afternoon
He told us to double back, double back, double back

Random birds in small backyards
Catching the morning ferry
A dark curtain of rain
A dark curtain of rain

Body is Braille
Body is Braille

A dark curtain of rain
Your hand is cupping the light of a match

A telephone rings

An aeroplane flies
We are catching the morning ferry
In a dark curtain of rain