It's nine P.M. on my watch,
I'm looking for someone to call.
The night is falling on my head,
The wind is hitting the warmth.

Drinking the coffee from the cup,
Trying to elude the memories.
I see a plane falling to the ground,
Feeling the same thing all the time...

I need a phone call... I need a raincoat...
I need a train... I need a car wash...

I see her eyes in the night-sky,
But the smoke shade makes it all wrong.
My eyes are frozen on the sight,
But the stars are not even there...

I need a raincoat... I need something...
I need a flight... I need a letter...

I'm going out on my own,
Expecting to find anything.
A little song keeps playing in my head,
And I know that it'll stop with the wind.
So I'm standing alone in the street,
The cars keep on passing by.
And if they'll stop to ask my name,
There never would be an answer.

I need a phone call... I need a word...
I need a touch... I need a whisper...
I need a raincoat... I need your eyes...
I need a place... I need a name...