Twisted Letra

yesterday, dawning, England was calling Saint Christopher called from the sky it's four in the morning, the bar dogs are yawning and staring as I shuffle by a month in a back seat, a static parade the note you left hanging has fallen and you're still asleep in the rain Saint Christopher's hammer came down and it shattered the sidewalk that ran from your bed slipping away from the sound of the city won't silence the ghost in your head the city is dreaming and singing your name the note you left hanging has fallen and you're still asleep in the rain subway chase, lose your place billion taxis at the gate hesitate subway chase, lose your place billion taxis at the gate fascinate