I'll call you up from a phone box-   Your light is in 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 colours of the traffic lights   The two of us dreading the end -   Burning our money in a basement