Here she comes like a Queen all through the wintertime   Skirts that billow long after she's gone   Yes I could smell her smell on the pillow late at night   She's a rose that blooms at night      And all the streets were wet and slicked with rain   Outside my green front door   Number 48 seemed dull by comparison   I went on down to the pub to stock up for the long night by myself   That's one way out of this cold and lonely world   Yes I'll be a rose that blooms tonight      The city's quiet   The rioters have all gone home now   The fire brigades' sirens have been locked up for the night   There's a blackout down on Brown Street   Where all the blues come home   And yes there's a rose that blooms at night      Now Jim he packed up all his bags and said   "It's time to get out of here"   But his wife and children they were crying out in the kitchen   Out in the back   Once a year he remembers that scene    But it seems so long ago now   He tries to remember but he can't   You don't look back   Memories - they're like a rose that blooms at night      There's a clock that never strikes   In the Town Hall's towers of steel   There's a road that's never used   It's never kissed with the hiss of wheel   In your mouth is a rusted brace   That you flash with your junkyard smile   Shine on like a rose at night      *written by Bob Geldof   *taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love"