Оригинален текст
Ill call you up from a phone box-
Your light is in on, its 3 oclock
Well go for a drive with the radio on
And youll 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 colours of the traffic lights
The two of us dreading the end -
Burning our money in a basement