am I only dreaming or is this the kelvin parade?

watching a winter sun slowly drift into the shade

leaving on Sunday so tired and alone

a westerly service I'm soaked to the bone


and I burn with love

in the night my friend no no no no

and the dreams I'm dreaming of

have no beginning or end

beginning or end


well I hope you find happiness somewhere tonight in the streets

where the radio cries to the hours and the night for release

but our friends and the strangers who pass through the lens

won't ever explain it or come back again


(chorus)


it's alright the fog is really rolling in now

through the front door and the quietness of this place

we can load up with the shifting house around us

won't you ride it on babe

won't you ride it on babe

won't you ride it on babe


so I came in to this room in my coat and my shoes

inside a night that will never be real or be true

Sunday so haunted and Monday so bright

how can I ever escape from the light?