Walking through the town away from all the neon lights,
Cobble-stones all glistening with frosty whirls of ice,
The damp and misty rain has fallen down,
Now silence reigns, nothing disturbs the sleeping town.
The blackened chimneys rise above the town below.
Deep in the factories the furnaces still glow.
There is no wind, there is no sound,
Now silence reigns, nothing disturbs the sleeping town.
Four o'clock, the church clock chimes,
As it has done so many times.
But nothing moves in the darkened street;
The church clock might just as well have been asleep.
But with the dawn there comes the day.
Alarm bells ring and people wake.
And as they drink their morning tea,
They say goodbye to a world they'll never see.
Walking through the town away from all the neon lights,
Cobble-stones all glistening with frosty whirls of ice,
The damp and misty rain has fallen down,
Now silence reigns, nothing disturbs the sleeping town.
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