Phil Manzanera Alma
Bright lights and the city are all that I need
Got away from the country life they're all friends to me
But the roar of the street and the cold window pane
Keeps me from you.
Sidewalk talk in the bitter night brings a kid down so
fast
Sit in bars watching cars I'm just hoping to see you pass
But the scream off the street and the cold window pane
Keeps me from you.
Some way one day we're on our own
Put out my hands and touch your face
Some way can't say I'm all alone
I don't recognise this time or place
I see your face in Strange sights in the car headlights
of the shop front display
See me glide on the city tide am I stealing your heart
away
Or does the lure of the street and this cold window pain
Keep me from you.
