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