[Intro] At any given moment In the middle of a city There's a million epiphanies occurring And the blurring of the world beyond the curtain And the world within the person There's a quiver in the litter In the alleyway, he's singing
[Werset 2] People meet by chance Fall in love, drift apart again Underaged drinkers walk the park And watch the dark descend The workers watch the clocks Fiddle with their Parker pens While the grandmothers Haggle with the market men Here, where the kids play and laugh until they fall apart As kids chase and dancing to [this mistakes?] and darkened rooms Too fast, too soon Too slow, too long Move around all day But we can't move on
[Refren] Is anybody else awake? Will it ever be day again? Is anybody else awake? Will it ever be day again?
[Werset 3] Overflowing plant pots Fence posts Decorated door numbers Motor black beneath a tarp Beaten up Punto Goal posts, painted on that green garage door There's a rainbow on that wheelie bin There's stickers in that window Smart flats, rough flats Can't-get-enough-cat flats you know Seventeen cat flats Rich flats, broke flats New flats, old flats Luxury bespoke flats And 'this has got to be a joke' flats Pensioners, toddlers Immigrants and Englishmen Families of six kids Single business woman Look, everybody’s here trying to make or scrape a living A fox freezes on the alley wall and stands still sniffing Bare branches sway in the front garden The lionmouth door knocker flaps in the breeze Street lights glint on the ‘beware of the dog' signs The beer cans and crisp packets dance with the dead leaves It’s 04:18 AM At this very moment, on this very street Seven different people in seven different flats Are wide awake, they can’t sleep Now, of all these people, in all these houses Only these seven are awake And they shiver in the middle of the night Counting their sheepish mistakes
[Refren] Is anybody else awake? Will it ever be day again? Is anybody else awake? Will it ever be day again?
[Outro] We start on the corner With our backs against the wall Next to the old phone box Where the tramp leaves his bedding The road runs ahead of you Houses and flats either side, walk down Go past the yard with the caravans There, behind the hedgesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
