LOST AND FOUND, THE

    
this is the hour when the city turns blue
this is the time of the lost and found
they loose the nutters in the Underground
everything's far and nothing is true

when the streets don't feel like a neutral zone
or the stranger's eye like a neutral glance
the very next step might blow your chance
of finding your way home alone

look sharp
it's like an opening door
look sharp
it's what we came here for
look sharp
you never know what the wind may blow

and your life's like the voice
in the room upstairs
raised to someone you never hear
you can try and try, it never comes clear
are you swearing or saying your prayers?

but the eyes are wide
that were shut for shame
dogs in their backyards jump up and bark
Hull and Halifax wake in the dark
like someone was calling their name

this is the hour when the city turns blue
this is the time of the lost and found
there's no saviours hanging around
keeping a watch over you

there's words on the wall and a stinking lift
I hold my breath to the 14th floor
empty-handed I knock at your door
my empty hands are my gift

look sharp
it's like an opening door
look sharp
it's what we came here for
look sharp
you never know what the wind may blow