Fluorescent light
The seeing dog eye
Is civilised
Twenty-five minutes down
Green leaves in the black sky
Feel like heading down
To the tramps of Newtown
Watching the night
Her glitter eyes
Oh that's a secret I don't know
And I told Fenton so
Got drunk and got lost
In a rosy old box
By the queerest fire
Watching the night
Her glitter eyes
Kings Cross trees are above me now