The Night People-Pete Sinfield

[00:13.75] blue neon clock fingers sneaking past the stars [00:20.25] extinguish the last fuse of day [00:26.91] through black rain-wet streets rush bleary-eyed cars [00:33.71] stuffed with revellers drunk and blase [00:40.18] in soho stained waiters bang dustbins around [00:46.91] commissionaires yawn into tweed [00:53.34] as empty and echo hose yesterday dawn [01:00.30] the night people slide inbetween [01:07.12] [01:20.66] sallow dudes with spotlight eyes [01:26.09] pour laughter sauce on ice [01:32.88] velvet dolls with brandied smiles [01:38.86] lean close with mouths of dice [01:45.01] the tunnel band plays studded drums [01:48.01] and spits electric spears [01:50.90] as the dancers kick like marionettes [01:53.83] through the smokescreen atmospheres [01:56.36] dance on pale harlequins of night [02:02.60] lest you scratch your gilded fears [02:10.87] [02:28.48] the paint peeling tea stall by charing cross bridge [02:34.83] attracts lonely moths to its lamps [02:41.32] in corners of archways on a benches oak ridge [02:48.12] lie newspapered wine-softened tramps [02:54.60] pushed on by policemen and queueing for soup [03:00.97] evading the world's outstretched glove [03:07.34] but one pain they share with the jewelled ghost troupe [03:13.91] both searching for some kind of love [03:20.18] [03:33.03] gargoyles chewing on dead cigars [03:38.88] stack chips in crystal halls [03:45.30] sequinned starlets scent their breasts [03:51.06] till the single finger calls [03:57.43] rhinestoned strippers strut and peel [04:00.17] for the cochineal stockade [04:03.40] the gangster roars, his crew applauds [04:06.28] at the punter's fun parade [04:08.60] all worshiping the jaws of night [04:13.51] where the piper is never paid [04:17.77] [04:21.84] champagned freaks in denim shirts [04:28.69] snort energy in spoons [04:34.83] laughing girls ask zodiac signs [04:39.98] but their eyes sing lonely tunes [04:46.76] it's four o'clock the wine is flat [04:49.40] the coffee has long gone cold [04:52.64] the rustlers pay their last respects [04:55.35] then drive away blindfold... [04:58.44] dead the hollow dreams of night [05:05.16] turn grey dissolve... dissolve... [05:19.51] [05:29.44] leaves dervish dance on the coiled wind of dawn [05:36.31] whisper... the curtain lifts... day [05:42.83] news vans and lorries with oranges roar [05:49.14] from fleet street to ealing broadway [05:55.81] the first bus with charladies stops in the strand [06:02.10] milk vans and post vans cruise by [06:07.66] at euston commuters, shop girls and striped suiters [06:14.03] are jostling and milling, cars hooting, brakes shrilling... [07:37.60]