Kristian's Song - Ellis Paul

You can listen to Kristian

When hes down in the subways

Playing the platforms

For old friends he dont know

Some hide in their papers

Some sip one last cup of coffee

Some just look away

So their eyes dont show

Its getting late

The citys half asleep

Old Kristian climbs the stairs

Like hes crossing a river wide and deep

Throws his coat at his sofa

Reaches for the neck of his guitar

And he plays it like its religion

You can hear the battle scars

Yeah

Its a melody

A cure for the memory

Just follow the melody

And your whole day is gone

And hey its like hes dreaming

So dont you go and wake him

Oh you find your own cloud to ride upon

Yeah

His musics in the hallway

Its like clock work coming our way

In the hour before midnight

It slips in thru paper walls

Past an old man at a window

Past two kids asleep on pillows

Past a woman like a willow

Swaying down Kristians hall

Its getting late, the citys half asleep

She knocks on Kristians door

And the frozen hinges creek

Dont stop on account of me she says

Then she sits herself right down

And suddenly this big old city, ain’t such a lonely town

Yeah

Its a melody

A cure for the memory

Just follow the melody

And your whole day is gone

And hey its like their dreaming

So dont you go and wake them

Or youll find your own cloud to ride upon

To ride upon

Find your own cloud