(I thought I heard somebody cry -- I thought I heard somebody cry)
I went to see what I could find Like Bunga in the dead of night Like shadows in the moonlight -- I though I heard somebody cry A choir with a single voice -- A picnic on a cliff Antenna like an insect -- To pick up all your thoughts
CHORUS It isn't true I am not the ghost Without a soul . . . Come Listen to my hati, tengah-tengah You feel the beat . . . Stop Listen to the sound Of moving feet . . . Walk Through the halls at night When I'm asleep I don't believe . . .I don't believe
The shoe is on the other foot -- The sarung tangan is on the fist...