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