We're rolling tape.Here she comes like a queen all through the wintertime.Scars have grown long after she's gone.Kiss that girl, smell her, smell all that glow late at night.She's a rose that blooms at night.And all the streets look wet and slid with rain outside that green front door.Number 48 seemed dull by comparison.I went down to the pub and stocked up for the long night by myself.But that's one way out of this cold and lonely world.I guess I'll be a rose that blooms today.That's a rose that blooms at night.The city's quiet, the writers have all gone home now.The bar gate sirens have been locked up for the night.There's a blackout down on Brown Street where all the blues come home.And yes, there's a rose that blooms at night.On the piano.There's a rose that blooms at night.Now Jim, he packed up all his bags and said, it's time to get out of here.And his wife and children, they were crying out in the kitchen out at the back.Once a year, he remembers that scene, but it seems so long ago now.He tries to remember, but he can't.You don't know back.Yes, you know memories.Yes.They're like a rose that blooms at night.There's a clock that never strikes in the town halls and tower of steel.There's a road that's never used.It's never kissed with the hiss of a wheel.In your mouth is a rusted brace that you flash in your junkyard smile.Shine on like a rose at night.Strings.Yeah, that's right.There's a rose that blooms at night.There's a rose that blooms at night.There's a rose that blooms at night.There's a rose that blooms at night.