Intake, Manor Park, The Wicker, Norton, Frechville, Hackenthorpe, Shalesmoor,

Wombwell, Catcliffe, Brincliffe, Attercliffe, Ecclesall, Woodhouse, Wybourn,

Pitsmoor, Badger, Wincobank, Crookes, Walkley, Broomhill

The city is a woman

Bigger than any other

Oh, sophisticated lady

Yeah, I wanna be your lover

Not your brother, not your mother, yeah

The sun rose from behind the gasometers at six-thirty a.m.,

Crept through the gap in your curtains,

Caressed your bare feet poking from beneath the floral sheets.

I watched him flaking bits of varnish from your nails,

Trying to work his way up under the sheets.

Jesus!

Even the sun's on heat today

The whole city getting stiff in the building heat.

I just want to make contact with you

Oh that's all I wanna do

I just want to make contact with you

Oh that's all

I wanna do

Now I'm trying hard to meet her

But the fares went up at seven

She is somewhere in the city

Somewhere watching television

Watching people being stupid

Doing things she can't believe in

Love won't last `til next installment

Ten o' clock on Tuesday evening

The world is going on outside

The night is gaping open wide

The wardrobe and the chest of drawers

Are telling her to go outdoors

He should have been here by this time

He said that he'd be here by nine

That guy is such a prick sometimes

I don't know why you bother, really.

Oh babe

Oh I'm sorry

But I

I just had to make love to every crack in the pavement

And the shop doorways

And the puddles of rain that reflected your face in my eyes.

The day didn't go too well.

Too many chocolates and cigarettes.

I kept thinking of you and almost walking into lamp-posts.

Why's it so hot?

The air coming up to the boil

Rubbing up against walls and lamp-posts trying to get rid of it.

Old women clack their tongues in the shade of crumbling concrete bus shelters.

Dogs doing it in central reservations

And causing multiple pile-ups in the centre of town.

I didn't want to go in the first place,

But I've been sentenced to three years in the Housing Benefit waiting room.

I must have lost your number in the all-night garage,

And now I'm wandering up and down your street,

Calling you name,

In the rain,

Whilst my shoes turn to sodden cardboard.

Where are you? [Candida:] (I'm here)

[Jarvis:] Where are you? (I'm here)

Where are you? (I'm here)

Where are you? (I'm here)

Where are you? (I'm here)

Where are you? (I'm here)

Where are you?

I'm still trying hard to meet you

But it doesn't look like happening

Cos the city's out to get me

But I won't sleep with her this evening

Though her buildings are impressive

And her cul-de-sacs amazing

She's had too many lovers

And I know you're out there waiting

And now she's getting into bed

He's had his chance now it's too late

The carpet's screaming for her soul

The darkness wants to eat her whole

Tonight must be the night it ends

Tomorrow she will call her friends

And go out on her own somewhere

Who needs this shit anyway?

Oh listen,

I wandered the streets the whole night,

Trying to pick up your scent

Writing messages on walls

And the puddles of rain reflected your face in my eyes.

We finally made it...

On a hill-top at four a.m.

The whole city is your jewellery-box

A million twinkling yellow street lights.

Reach out and take what you want

You can have it all.

Jesus it took a long time.

I didn't think we were gonna make it.

So bad during the day,

But now snug and warm under an eiderdown sky.

Oh the things we saw:

Everyone on Park Hill came in unison at four-thirteen a.m.

And the whole block fell down.

The tobacconist caught fire,

And everyone in the street died of lung cancer.

We heard groans coming from the T-reg Chevette;

You bet, you bet, yeah you bet.

And tomorrow...?

Oh I was trying hard to meet her

But the fares went up at seven

She was somewhere in the city

Somewhere watching television

Watching people being stupid

Doing things she can't believe in

Love won't last `til next installment

Ten o'clock on Tuesday evening

The world was going on outside

The night was gaping open wide

The wardrobe and the chest of drawers

Were telling her to go outdoors

He should have been there by that time

He said that he'd be there by nine

That guy is such a prick sometimes

Oh yeah,

I want to tell you that

There's nothing to worry about because we can,

We can get it together, oh yeah.

We got it together tonight, didn't we?

I'd say we did, yeah

We've got a hope.