Ethos

Skylights search the night Got a head like a train wreck But you're dressed up sharp as knives And you're not going home yet From the corridors of Whitehall To the stolen towers of Battersea All I know is that I won't go to bed alone Faces pouring past us Got big love for the lost boys We never do so don't ask us Hear the cracks in your voice From the human potential of this space To the wincing brakes of city trains All I know is that I won't go to bed alone Take me out driving In the land of all roads At home there's too much silence And the dark comes too close From the towns beyond the barriers To the places we once played All I know is that I can't go to bed alone All pile in for this party Some rich girl in Wanstead We'll finish if you start it Say the scars on my head From crisp suburban mornings To endless city nights All I know is that I won't go to bed alone There's something new about you I wish I could do better Burn money like the KLF I am the great upsetter A one-man gang of dread This world our ethos built Hard work and big stress But you're still dressed to kill And leave others with the mess