Cancel the car to number ten
Such a thick fog rolling in
I played my cards on unreal gla**
I left the party next to last
Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on
I don't know if I am really here at all
Monday down to Friday night, I work all day
Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway
Forget my face, I won't be back
I hear your friends have turned their backs
When summer comes where Rose Street winds
The longing makes you close your eyes
It's unreal, so unreal
To walk along these streets
It's unreal, so unreal
To close your eyes and breathe
Friday night to Sunday morning, I go on
I don't know if I am really here at all
Monday down to Friday night, I work all day
Move emptily, so emptily through Holloway