歌曲 | Cafe Society |
歌手 | Al Stewart |
专辑 | Russians And Americans |
Late at night | |
When reality's failing and nothing is prevailing but the wind, | |
I come to you | |
Out of sight | |
Like a fugitive trailing across a barren land, you let me in, you always do. | |
My reason is caught by a sudden gust of lateral thought that sweeps me far beyond | |
It's the opium of the night | |
And the ocean of words that we throw in the air grow more absurd and nobody seems to care | |
It's a refugee's respite. | |
Café Society. | |
Late at night (late at night) | |
While the city lies sleeping and solitude is keeping me awake, | |
I think of you | |
Dim your lights (dim your lights) | |
Oh, I want to sink deep in that river of oblivion you make, | |
I need it too. | |
Let me check-in my mind with my coat at the door ‘cause | |
I want to go flying where | |
I've never been before | |
Some inviting dark ravine | |
If the hand that you hold in the dead of the night is a little too cold, the body seems just right | |
It's a Toulouse | |
Lautrec scene. | |
Café Society. (‘Excuse me, sir, are you a member?') |
Late at night | |
When reality' s failing and nothing is prevailing but the wind, | |
I come to you | |
Out of sight | |
Like a fugitive trailing across a barren land, you let me in, you always do. | |
My reason is caught by a sudden gust of lateral thought that sweeps me far beyond | |
It' s the opium of the night | |
And the ocean of words that we throw in the air grow more absurd and nobody seems to care | |
It' s a refugee' s respite. | |
Caf Society. | |
Late at night late at night | |
While the city lies sleeping and solitude is keeping me awake, | |
I think of you | |
Dim your lights dim your lights | |
Oh, I want to sink deep in that river of oblivion you make, | |
I need it too. | |
Let me checkin my mind with my coat at the door cause | |
I want to go flying where | |
I' ve never been before | |
Some inviting dark ravine | |
If the hand that you hold in the dead of the night is a little too cold, the body seems just right | |
It' s a Toulouse | |
Lautrec scene. | |
Caf Society. Excuse me, sir, are you a member?' |