I'll call you up from a phone box
Your light is on it's 3 o' clock
We'll go for a drive with the radio on
And you'll come alive to a forgotten song
London crawling
Through the sodium glow
Just like lovers again
Slipping between the sheets of dirty rain
London crawling
Through the sodium glow
Just like lovers again
Slipping between the sheets of dirty rain
Under the cover of the narcotic night
The streaming colors of the traffic lights
The two of us dreading the end
Burning our money in a basement
London crawling
Through the sodium glow
Just like lovers again
Slipping between the sheets of dirty rain
Sunday morning
And I don't want to go
Back to my single bed
To be lying alone out of my head
Don't stop at the lights
There's no one else coming
London crawling
Through the sodium glow
Just like lovers again
Slipping between the sheets of dirty rain
Sunday morning
And I don't want to go
Back to my single bed
To be lying alone out of my head
