Lyric

You take the late train past the market doors

Blue coins ringing in the ticket machine

I catch your reflection in the window glass

Sharp as a photograph, quick as a dream

Turn the corner, count to four

Your hand finds mine beside the record store

We run where the avenue turns silver

You and I, moving in time

Every corner opens like a window

Your bright idea meets mine

We run where the avenue turns silver

No need to ask where we go

With your name rising under my breath

I know, I know, I know

A taxi splashes gold across the curb

The baker stacks the morning loaves inside

You laugh and tap a rhythm on my sleeve

While buses pull like waves against the tide

Turn the corner, count to four

Your hand finds mine beside the record store

We run where the avenue turns silver

You and I, moving in time

Every corner opens like a window

Your bright idea meets mine

We run where the avenue turns silver

No need to ask where we go

With your name rising under my breath

I know, I know, I know

If the morning catches us laughing

Let it find us exactly this way

Two small sparks in a changing district

Making a promise we never had to say

We run where the avenue turns silver

You and I, moving in time

Every corner opens like a window

Your bright idea meets mine

We run where the avenue turns silver

No need to ask where we go

With your name rising under my breath

I know, I know, I know

Your bright idea meets mine

Your bright idea meets mine