So in this late hour:

Maybe trouble

Maybe fantasy

It's too hot for winter

Patience violent heart

Bright blue flames under my fingers

I'm taken by surprise

Taken through the city storm on my back

It is the hand of love so rough

What we're feeling for the first time

Does Claire love too or Julie do they love

When Lis feels the way I do

Can I feel her percuss through the city

Through the city

All the phones are ringing

With the restaurant's complaint

Even the regular customers have left early tonight

Ran out without a hat

Everyone has left early without a hat

A fire without a hat

All the birds of the world make their way over

With new softer songs to sing

The moon is true

Maxim's on fire

Gigi swimming

I see my love swimming

Moon you know disaster from a warm bath

All who are muffled by the squall:

Doesn't love scare them

Screamers on the balconies

Soldiers on the roofs

Trombones on the roofs

The screamers who fell in love or died

City appearing