Make haste, the light is fading The traders turn the sign The clouds are lost to darkness The bars they spring to life You never loved this city But angel, it loves you Your smile, a Roman candle Your eyes are Prussian blue
Beware, the crack of lightning Three miles but drawing near The first rain blacks the pavement The birds, they disappear And in the doorway, lovers They share a cigarette Below, the rush of gutter Above, a silhouette
You never loved this city But angel, it loves you Your smile, a Roman Candle Your eyes are Prussian blue I never loved this city But you can keep me here Your love, a stained glass window Your heart, a chandelier