Alphaville Carol Masters
(Gold/Lloyd/Echolette) She sits by the window Stares into the night Just waiting for a foreign sound from outside Far beyond the atmospheres, she is listening for a call To take her homewards to herself Oh I love you so He who's Master of the icy shots won't harm you in the morning She knows that the pavement's hard, there between the stars To travel on to Martian-Homesick-City She is weeping silently But there's not a tear Just raindrops falling from the painted ceiling The dance of the foraging bee will number all the things She has been longing for since she was young "I will not pass this night in vain!" She says, "I'll stand this kind of rain, I'll break the glass, I'll find the path." Yes, Carol wants to go to Mars, back, where the red-cold sun Is sinking to the Channels of A'DAAR Day breaks through the grating Someone moves a chair And sunlight blisters dazzling on a glass Take a pill and greet the day for sedative holidays Why aren't you sleeping at night?! ...Oh I love you so! He who's Master of the icy shots won't harm you till the evening We shall meet tomorrow night, and I kiss you just as tenderly As CYGNUS kissed the deserts We shall meet tomorrow night, and I kiss you just as tenderly As CYGNUS kissed the deserts
