Colleague, you are here
I can't see you in the dark
and this sergeant of change
is slow
what time could it be
I'm cold.

And I am cold
light a match
what time could it be
how will we believe in the world again
what time could it be.

The gate is barred
the road is deserted
like discarded bones
the sentries in the dark

and this sergeant of change
my God
is slow
because the wind is blowing.

What time could it be in the night
what time could it be in the rain
what time could it be tonight all over the earth!
What time could it be. [...]