Same old night
Hallowing down to bonfire light
And the wind hits my skin like a drum
And the moment, it is lost
Now, now the sirens are back in the street
And the till girl rings out her receipts
And she aches, oh, for you
Oh, Miss White
I see the night
Is painted in your clothes
And the avenues that flow
And your tired eyes never close
Green ghosts rising from the marsh
Knock at the gates of your heart
How long, darling, how long?
Same old night
Hallowing down to bonfire light
And the wind hits my skin like a drum
And the moment is lost
And the moment is lost
And the moment is lost