Afterhours Lyrics

AFTERHOURS
words and music by andrew eldritch

One more night spent on your mirror
Black Maria, in your eyes
This stuff so strange and lonely
England fades away 
In your eyes

Two O'clock in the morning
Ninety-four degrees

Through the stillness through the heat
The cars go by on fifth and breathing slow
Get up off the floor and angel put your clothes on
It's time for us to go

Let's take a ride