I wouldn't want to go home on a night like this When I find out that some of the past has been missed And the light in the window has burned it's fuse I pull everything inwards but everything's loose Everything inwards, but everything's loose Everything inwards, but everything's loose I wouldn't want to stay out with news like this All the engines too loud all the pavements hiss How the scouts in the stairwell will ?meet? again I pull everything inwards but everything's ?changed?
