The curl of her hair on the curve of her cheek
Kneeling she looks up at me
The old, dark cathedral towering over the street
All we can smell and all we can see
Every cafe on the long, winding street
Suddenly all of the children will sing
An afternoon song for the sky opening
...
Kneeling she looks up at me
The old, dark cathedral towering over the street
All we can smell and all we can see
Every cafe on the long, winding street
Suddenly all of the children will sing
An afternoon song for the sky opening
...
From the song Köln,
by Corey Kilgannon
