Woorden: Sisters Of Mercy. Afterhours.

One more night spent on your mirror
Black maria in your eyes
This stuff so strange and lonely
England fades away in your eyes

Two o'clock in the morning
Ninety four degrees

Through the stillness
Through the heat
The cars go by on fifth
And breathing slow

Get up off the floor and angel
Put your clothes on
It's time for us to go

Let's take a ride