(J. Lyon/S. Skinner)



Well I never walked a night so dark

I guess the moon has blown a fuse

Muffled anger leaks from a second story window

Sounds like somebody giving somebody the blues

A yellow cab goes growling down a side-street

Tom cats are howling in the trees

The air tonight is as thick as the beer in England

No one suspects a breeze

Yea it's hot, but it's not a question of degrees



All the sirens of the night

They draw you out from all the light

All the sirens of the night

Of the night



Jenny's gone back to Princeton early

She said she couldn't take the heat

But the words behind all the words she said

Said she really couldn't take the street

Madness sputters in the neon lights

And pain sits laughing in the bricks

Sorrows lurking beneath the sewer grates

It's rude unhealthy mix

And out there, well the air ain't so full of tricks



All the sirens of the night

They draw you out from all the light

All the sirens of the night

Of the night



So tie me to the masthead of your sad old '68

And let the sirens sing their song

And lead me to my fate

For I'm already lost at sea

Third time going down

A sailors song is just debris

When you're shipwrecked in this town



All the sirens of the night

They draw you out from all the light

All the sirens of the night

Oh the sirens of the night



Doppler Shift Music/Liedela Music ASCAP/Nervous Music BMI