In these days Martinn & Valley Desert streets Only birds on the squares The empty bench in the fog Where lovers sat before The lonely nights Just some few lights From windows somewhere There’s no moonlight / In these days Nothing is the same But keep your faith You and I we’ll be OK / In the big city And in the country side Just the sound of the wind Silence hurts sometimes Something is in the air And we can’t see Young and old Rich and poor We’re all the same In these days