Blue Hour
Waking up at 4 in a hotel room
My belongings packed
Ready to go to the Airport
Catching the train alone
The cold, dusk morning
Some condensation from my mouth
The city lights still visible
And the taxi driver’s still working
It’s time to experience the magical hour
It happens between daylight and darkness
It’s time to photograph the gloaming
The stars are still out and sun slowly rising
It’s the blue hour
My bags heavy and inspected
Walking through the terminal
Only seeing businessmen and workers around
I’ll read the papers and drink some coffee
I can hear all those planes’s flying above
I see all the passengers leaving the terminal
I’m sitting alone waiting to depart
Sydney Airport it’s time for innocence
It’s time to experience the magical hour
It happens between daylight and darkness
It’s time to photograph the gloaming
The stars are still out and sun slowly rising
It’s the blue hour
My belongings packed
Ready to go to the Airport
Catching the train alone
The cold, dusk morning
Some condensation from my mouth
The city lights still visible
And the taxi driver’s still working
It’s time to experience the magical hour
It happens between daylight and darkness
It’s time to photograph the gloaming
The stars are still out and sun slowly rising
It’s the blue hour
My bags heavy and inspected
Walking through the terminal
Only seeing businessmen and workers around
I’ll read the papers and drink some coffee
I can hear all those planes’s flying above
I see all the passengers leaving the terminal
I’m sitting alone waiting to depart
Sydney Airport it’s time for innocence
It’s time to experience the magical hour
It happens between daylight and darkness
It’s time to photograph the gloaming
The stars are still out and sun slowly rising
It’s the blue hour