Thank you very much.
Thank you.
Thank you.
I did not forget
It's nearly closing time in Dalston
I don't wanna go home yet
My father always told me
Every ashtray tells a story
There's a film star in each bottle
And for all that that is worth
Never think that good times
Are just around the corner
And he was the most miserable ***
Who ever tried to serve
I walked away
From the city
From the station
The rain had washed the snow away
The moon was shining brightly
Lighting up an arcade
And a roadwork sign
And the only chance
I'll ever have of seeing her again
Is somewhere in an ashtray
On the north end of the line
I just threw away the number
That I'd written on a pack of cigarettes
Along with twenty things signed
That is not the main thing I regret
I just threw away the number
Although I didn't phone you
I did not forget
It's nearly closing time in Dalston
And I don't wanna go home yet
I don't wanna watch
Until tomorrow
The sound you get
I don't wanna watch
It's gonna end
So it's alright
I don't wanna watch
I don't wanna listen
To mindless
It's all standing still
Seems like I need to leave
you