Marc Almond - City Of Nights Lyrics
In the city of nightsIn the city of nightsAs the lights go on theres a magic glow to the seaBut as we move through the streets we can feel the fearAs night goes on theres a tragic show in the cityThose songs are on the ebb and mixed with tearsAnd down the alleyway the drunks are fightingOver who will have the last drink from the canIt all seems so romantic in the lyingBut what a sad existence for a manTheres speeders, dealers, girls of easy virtueLaughter, lies and lovers sparkling eyesGlitter boys and girls out for the dancingGood time girls and boys out for the highsAnd theres a hotel on hope streetWhere the concierge will understand your needsShe doesnt care your colour or religionAnd she always has a room for you and meIn the city of nightsIn the city of nightsTheres an oriental flavour in the cityMarta haries, saris and sarongsIncense candles, prayer and incantationsGolden girls arabia in their songIt seems the doors are closed on the asylumsAnd in the street theyre putting on a showTalking to themselves they get no answerOr suggestions for a better place to goIn the city of nightsIn the city of nightsA young man dreams of the open seaIn the year from no God knows where hell beNo open door to set him freeNo open door to set him freeGirls sell kisses to the lonely menBoys turn tricks with the sleight of handWomen fear to walk where men desireInspiration, hope and fireHey dont be a strangerMake a friend dont let it end youHey dont be a strangerTheres a light burning in the cityIn the cityIn the city of nightsAs the sun goes down theres a wind blowing through the cityA darker day as summer says goodbyeAnother world is waking in the cityAll live fears, important knowing eyesAnd there amongst the litter and the debrisThe sally army busking out a songDrowning out the sound of breaking windowsSing along, sing along, sing alongCome on sinners, yeah, yeahCome on sinnersCome on sinners, yeah, yeahCome on sinnersCome on sinners, yeah, yeahCome on sinnersDiscos, bringersDiscos, barsWomen, winnersStiffs and starsKings and queensAnd cabs and carsFamous, you knowWho they areDrugs and punks andTarts with heartCorpses, candleWorks of artLosers, loomersNever hadsGroups and dreamsOf hope and fadsPassing fencesPhase and fadsHappy hookersLookers, fagsIn the cityIn the cityIn the city
