The city’s beautiful,
in the early morning air,
love the smell of sunrise,
and everything becomes so clear.

I think you are beautiful,
and you know it by one look,
did you long for summertime
when you were growing up,
and when it finally came,
it wasn’t ’round for long,
you ecstatically stumbled around,
one warm second it’s suddenly gone.

I wish that time would stand still,
if this was a part of a film,
we would watch the clip all day,
like a portrait of you and I...