Night ain't a friend. It's black and so still. It waits like a cat. Then moves in for the kill. It casts it's shadows high on the wall. It's givin' me no peace at all.
It's been a year since I was here. On the street I'm just passing my time away. To the left and to the right a town of stone grows to the sky. And it's out of sight in a fading light here I am again in the city.
(R. Ballard). Ackee Music, Inc. ASCAP. . So near to surrender. So near to an end. So near to surrender. The smile is to pretend.. . Oh you might think your small.