While The City Sleeps

Stealing down an alley in the cold dark night

I see a nalo in the rain round street light

I stop and look and listen to the sound

As the raindrops penetrates the silence all around

Alone I gaze into the glistening street

A distant thuder echoing my heart beat

Urging me on to a secret goal

Away from this lights

From this lamp on a pole

So I turn to sleep 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 boxe of matches and a gasoline can

Darkness envelops the scene like a shroud

A veil of emptiness hang from the clouds

Filling up the cracks in the desolate place

Cradled by the night in an icy embrace

Moving through the town like a ghost in the rain

A dim reflection in a dark windowpane

blackness bockons from every side

Creeping all around all round 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 deathly roar

The match in my hand is the key to the door

A single turn of the wrist will suffice

to open up a passage to paradise

I pause I think about the past and the gloom

The smell of gasolijne permeats the room

Every one has a little secrets he keeps

I like the fires while the city sleeps

The match makes a graceful are to the floor

And tymes stands still when I turn for the door

whic explodes in a fire ball and throws me to the street

I hit the ground with the flames at my feet

Reaching for the night which recoils in the fire

the rain drops 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

therir dreams sprout wings and fly away

Out of their houses in a gathering flock

Swarming over head as hurry down the block

I make my escape with the greatest of ease

And safe in the darkness drop to my knees

at a lightless the window my hand on the latch

I reach down my pocket

and pull out a match...