Interpret:

Alphaville

Album:

Airport Sketch

She sits by the window 
Stares into the night 
Just waiting for a foreign sound from outside 
Far beyond the atmospheres, she is listening for a call 
To take her homewards to herself 
Oh I love you so 
He who's Master of the icy shots won't harm you in the morning 
She knows that the pavement's hard, there between the stars 
To travel on to Martian-Homesick-City 


She is weeping silently 
But there's not a tear 
Just raindrops falling from the painted ceiling 
The dance of the foraging bee will number all the things 
She has been longing for since she was young 
"I will not pass this night in vain!" 
She says, "I'll stand this kind of rain, I'll break the glass, 
I'll find the path." 
Yes, Carol wants to go to Mars, back, where the red-cold sun 
Is sinking to the Channels of A'DAAR 


Day breaks through the grating 
Someone moves a chair 
And sunlight blisters dazzling on a glass 
Take a pill and greet the day for sedative holidays 
Why aren't you sleeping at night?! 
...Oh I love you so! 
He who's Master of the icy shots won't harm you till the evening 
We shall meet tomorrow night, and I kiss you just as tenderly 
As CYGNUS kissed the deserts 
We shall meet tomorrow night, and I kiss you just as tenderly 
As CYGNUS kissed the deserts