Black leather goth girl
In the market hall
She could live here forever
If she lived at all

And a cowboy from Belgium
In a white T-shirt
Getting smashed for the weekend
In the Camden dirt

Boots in the sky, you're frightened
Lovers run by, enlightened
Robots go bad, we fear them
Lovers go mad, we hear them

Walk on by, street scene
Lifetime high, be seen
Underground tube stop
Ballroom blitz, bass drop

You're on fire, I'm cool
Hot desire, old school
Band of the moment plays downstairs
No money left but then who cares

Girl with a Gibson 
In a music pub
Riffing two chords an hour
She can join the club

Gang of pretenders
In a white limo
Getting down with the hipsters
By the lock below

We're here too late, we know it
Our lovers' fate, we blow it
Alice has gone, forever
Please kiss me now, or never

Walk on by, street scene
Lifetime high, be seen
Underground tube stop
Ballroom blitz, bass drop

You're on fire, I'm cool
Hot desire, old school
Band of the moment plays downstairs
No money left but then who cares

Why don't we stay here
This feels like home

Telegram Sam
Is in the Hawley Arms
And his iPhone is buzzing
In his sweaty palms

There's a cut-out of Amy
Looking out upstairs
But the action is elsewhere
So his girlfriend swears

Boots in the sky, we're frightened
Lovers run by, enlightened
Robots go bad, we fear them
Lovers go mad, we hear them

You're on fire, I'm cool
Hot desire, old school
Band of the moment plays downstairs
No money left but then who cares