in the shining sun
my images they run
confusing all i've done before i've begun
and every city scene
becomes a roaring stream
a nightmare and a dream rolled into one
but when the city sleeps
i'm up and on my feet
along the darkened streets
hear me run
through the empty town
running, laughing, down
no-one else around - to bother old me
by factories i sway
my shadows seem to play
to do this in the day - i'd never be free
but when the city sleeps.... |