Here comes the lamplighter, here comes the night

And the nightingale singing in the dawning light

Dropping off where you started from

A never-ending circle home

The route of ghosts glides through the walls

And at what age do you stop wanting more?

The politics of what is lost

When everything slides, and the lights go off

I want to be the one still dancing when the lights come on

Or at home with a cup of tea, watching a documentary about Fanny Burney

I saw the glitter of polished steel

I needed no injunctions not to restrain my cries

The road awaiting us isn't paved with gold

See the light up at the end, then find it's gone out

Resigned to vacancies in another life

Our robes are stored away, waiting for the knife

The route of ghosts glides through the walls

And at what age do you stop wanting more?

The politics of what is lost

When everything slides, and the lights go off

I want to be the one still dancing when the lights come on

Or at home with a cup of tea, watching a documentary about Fanny Burney

I saw the glitter of polished steel

I needed no injunctions not to restrain my cries

I want to be the one still dancing when the lights come on

Or at home with a cup of tea, watching a documentary about Fanny Burney

I saw the glitter of polished steel

I needed no injunctions not to restrain my cries