Stairs to the Roof

Down by the old cathedral We'd watch the night unfold Love blooming in the gutter I wonder what it feels like I wonder if I'll ever know It serves you right to suffer These ghosts of last night's crimes It's just this summer madness That keeps me out on Saturday night. The stairs to the roof are calling And they're lined with dope and gold You can't see the stars in London But you know they're out there Out shivering in the cold It serves you right to suffer These ghosts of last night's crimes It's just this summer madness That keeps me out on Saturday night. It serves you right to suffer These ghosts are strange sometimes It's just this summer madness That keeps me out on Saturday night.