Dark weekends in the sun, out on chelsea row   Descending the stairs, frankie my love   Check your make-up in the mirror   Come on, baby, let's go   We'll dance round this dirty town   'till the night is all done   Then all the finer things sleep alone tonight   Then all the minor kings lose their thrones tonight   Don't worry about me baby, I'll be alright      There's machines and there's fire   On the outside of town   Young boys for hire   Waiting to blow us all down   There are strange flashes in the sky up above   I'll spend the night at the movies   With my secret love   At dusk the stars all appear on the screen   Just like they do each night in my dreams   But tonight's no dream, frankie   I can feel myself move   Living and dying   Like I was born to do      Walk softly tonight little angel   I wanna be alone with you   Talk softly to me tonight angel   Make all my dream-world come true      I remember standing in the freezing rain   Reading them "want" ads out on chelsea row   Winging down the street in search of new games   Hustling through the night packs where the actors go   Frankie they are crazy, let's run and hide      In the darkness there'll be hidden worlds that shine   When all of the glory in this desperate land   Will rise like raindrops in the palm of our hands   Rise like the rain   Let your sadness rise   Walk softly tonight little angel   Into the shadows where the lovers go   Talk softly tonight angel   Whisper your secrets so soft and low