Woorden: A-Ha. Scoundrel Days. October.

Dawn awaits a sleepless, English town
Of colored gray
Here I roam the streets without you
As summer fades away

Down in the city at nights
The cold wind blows

Wherever you may be right now
It must be getting late
You're probably asleep already
I am wide awake

Down in the city at nights

Don't be lonely so you've told me
But don't you worry now
Loneliness can be ignored
And time has shown me how

Down in the city at nights
I'm missing you so much

Down in the city
Down in the city