i'll call you up from a phone box
your light is on it's 3 o'clock
we'll go for a drive with the radio on
and you'll come aive to a forgotten song
londen 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 tow of us dreading the end
burning our money in a basement
*london crawling through the sodium glow
just like lovers again
slipping between the sheets of dirty rain
*sunday morning and i don't want to go
back to my single bed
to be lying alone out of my head
don't stop at the lights
there's no one else coming
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