I'll call you up from a phone box-

Your light is in on, it's 3 o'clock

We'll go for a drive with the radio on

And you'll come alive to a forgotten song



London crawling through the sodium glow

Just like lovers again

Slipping between the sheets of dirty rain

London crawling through the sodium glow

Just like lovers again

Slipping between the sheets of dirty rain



Under the cover of the narcotic night

The streaming colours of the traffic lights

The two of us dreading the end - 

Burning our money in a basement