The city yawns and stretches   There's songs to sing   With the voice of elder and the young ones slept   Heavy eyes that see clear but can still dream   And this feeling irks me   But it's gone so quickly      And you're still new to me   And you burn so brightly   I just smile politely at everyone I see in case you suddenly appear   Now I'm tired of waiting   And this hesitation   We buried the hatchet in our own back yard      We buried the hatchet in our own back yard...