Twisted Lyrics

Yesterday, dawning, England was calling
Saint Christopher called from the sky
It's four in the morning, the bar dogs are yawning
And staring as I shuffle by

A month in a back seat, a static parade
The note you left hanging has fallen
And you're still asleep in the rain

Saint Christopher's hammer came down and it shattered
The sidewalk that ran from your bed
Slipping away from the sound of the city
Won't silence the ghost in your head

The city is dreaming and singing your name
The note you left hanging has fallen
And you're still asleep in the rain

Subway chase, lose your place
Billion taxis at the gate hesitate

Subway chase, lose your place
Billion taxis at the gate fascinate