(A.Stewart P.White)

When the cock crows

And the wind blows

And the primerose of dawn

Is at your window

Moving through the deep

You chase dreams accross your sleep

Scarecrows

Waiting at your door

In the last days of the century

Leaning from your balcony

You said: This is how it's meant to be

Can't you feel it in the air?

See that light come shining down

All the way to Chinatown

See it shine from miles around

Reflecting everywhere

You whore black clothes

You quoted Shakespeare

You know I still get the shake

When you are this near

You look like a still