Right, what we'd like to do now is go live from Toronto to Londonto the Secret Policeman's Ball, which is a mysterious and extraordinary eventthat certainly changed my life when I was, I don't know, changeable.I still am.This is State.Green light, 7-Eleven, you stop in.For a pack of cigarettes, you don't smoke, don't even want to.Hey now, so you check your change.Dressed up like a car crash.The wheels are turning, but you're upside down.You say when it hits you, you don't mind.Your.Goes when it hurts you, you feel alive,oh now, is that what is it.Red lights, grey mornin' andYou stumble, out of a hole in the ground.A vampire.Or a victimIt depends onWho's aroundYou used to stay inTo watch the advertsYou could lip syncTo the talk showsAnd if you lookYou look through meAnd when you talkIt's not to meAnd if I touch youYou don't feel a thingIf I could stayIn the nightWhat I'd give you allSpend the dayWhat I'd make you trustIf I could stayIn the nightWhat I'd be in the heartFar awaySo closeUp with the staticAnd the radio wavesAnd satelliteTelevisionYou can go anywhereMiamiNew OrleansLondonBelfastTorontoAnd if you listenI can callAnd if you jumpYou just might fallAnd if you shoutI'll only hear youIf I could stayIn the nightWhat I'd give you allStayAnd the dayWould keep its rustStayAnd with the spiritI foundStayAnd the dayStay with the demons in the cloudsStay and the night won't be enoughOh-oh-oh-oh-oh-ohThree o'clock in the morningIt's quietThere's no one aroundJust the bag and the clatterAs an angel wants to grindJust the bag and the clatterAs an angel hits the groundThank youSubtitles by the Amara.org community