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