Afterhours

One more night

Spent on your mirror

Black Maria

In your eyes

This stuff

So strange and lonely

England fades away

In your eyes

Two o'clock in the morning

Ninety-four degrees

Through the stillness

Through the heat

The cars go by on Fifth and

Breathing slow

Get up off the floor

And, angel, put your clothes on

It's time for us to go

Let's take a ride