Texty piesní Barclay James Harvest

Barclay James Harvest

When The City Sleeps

In the shining sun

My images they run

Confusing all I've done before I've begun

And every city scene

Becomes a roaring stream

A nightmare and a dream rolled into one

But when the city sleeps

I'm up and on my feet

Along the darkened streets

Hear me run

Through the empty town

Running, laughing, down

No-one else around, to bother old me

By factories I sway

My shadows seem to play

To do this in the day, I'd never be free

But when the city sleeps