cancel the car to number ten such a thick fog rolling in I played my cards on unreal glass I left the party next to last
Friday night to Sunday morning I go on I don’t know if I am really here at all Monday down to Friday night I work all day move emptily so emptily through Holloway
forget my face I won’t be back I hear your friends have turned their backs when summer comes where Rose Street winds the longing makes you close you eyes it’s unreal so unreal to walk along these streets it’s unreal so unreal to close your eyes and breathe