Sirens Of The Night - John Lyon, Steve Skinner

Well I've never walked a night so dark

I guess the moon has blown a fuse

Muffled anger leaks from a second story window

Sounds like somebody giving somebody the blues

A yellow cab goes growling down a side-street

Tom cats are howling in the trees

The air tonight is as thick as the beer in England

No one suspects a breeze

It´s hot

But it's not a question of degrees

Oh the sirens of the night
They draw you out from all the light
Oh the sirens of the night
Of the night

Jenny's gone back to Princeton early
She said she couldn't take the heat
But the words behind the words she said
Said she really couldn't take the street
Madness sputters in the neon lights
Pain sits laughing in the bricks
Sorrows lurking beneath the sewer grate
It's rude unhealthy mix
And out there
Well the air ain't so full of tricks

Oh the sirens of the night
They draw you out from all the light
Oh the sirens of the night
Of the night

So tie me to the masthead of your sad old '68
And let the sirens sing their song
And lead me to my fate
For I'm already lost at sea
Third time going down
A sailors song Is just debris
When you're shipwrecked in this town

Oh the sirens of the night
They draw you out from all the light
Oh the sirens of the night
Oh the sirens of the night

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