Afterhours - The Sisters of Mercy

One more night spent on your mirror

Black Mariah, in your eyes

This stuff so strange and lonely

England fades away

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