The City Sleeps
MC 900 Ft Jesus
Artiest
Titel A-kant
The City Sleeps (Radio Edit)
Lengte A-kant
4:00
Componist(en) A-kant
Mark Griffin
Producer(s) A-kant
Mark Griffin
Engineer(s) A-kant
Rick Rooney, George Guerin
Mixage A-kant
George Guerin
Titel B-kant
The City Sleeps (Instrumental)
Lengte B-kant
4:14
Componist(en) B-kant
Mark Griffin
Producer(s) B-kant
Mark Griffin
Engineer(s) B-kant
Rick Rooney, George Guerin
Mixage B-kant
George Guerin
Platenlabel
Nettwerk
Hoogste positie UK
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Hoogste positie US
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Album
Welcome To My Dream
Tipparade
Songtekst
Stealing down an ally on a cold dark night
I see a halo in the rain around the street light
I stop and look, and listen to the sound
As the raindrops penetrate the silence all around
Alone, I gaze into the glistening street
The distant thunder echoing my heartbeat
Urging me on to a secret goal
Away from the light from this lamp on a pole
So I turn, slip away into the rain
Drifting like a spirit through the shadows in the lane
Clutching the tools of my trade in my hand
An old box of matches and a gasoline can
Darkness envelopes the scene like a shroud
A veil of emptiness hangs from the clouds
Filling up the cracks in this desolate place
Cradled by the night in an icy embrace
Moving to the town like a ghost in the rain
A dim reflection in a dark window pane
Blackness beckons from every side
Creeping all around like an incoming tide
A broken window in an empty house
I slip inside and begin to douse
The whole place with the fuel that will feed the fire
And push back the night, taking me higher
On out of the darkness in a defeaning roar
The match in my hand is the key to the door
A simple turn of the wrist will suffice
To open a passage to paradise
I pause, I think about the past and the gloom
The smell of gasoline permiates the room
Everyone has a little secret he keeps
I light the fires while the city sleeps
(Like the 4th of July)
The match makes a graceful auk to the floor
And time stands still as I turn for the door
Which expoldes in a fireball and throws me to the street
I hit the ground running with the flames at my feet
Reaching for the night which encoils in the fire
The raindrops hiss like a devilish choir
Dying in the flames with a terrible sound
Calling all the names of the sleepers all around
But then in the arms of the night, they lay
Their dreams sprout wings and fly away
Out of the houses in a gathering flock
Swarming overhead as I hurry down the block
I make my escape with the greatest of ease
And savor the darkness, drop to my knees
And the lightless window, my hand on the latch
I reach in my pocket, and pull out a match
(Like the 4th of July
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