PARK LANE

I can feel your hand girl

I'm howling at the moon

He said he was going to be here

He said he was a coming soon

But I can no longer fight it

There's little more I can do

Your long hair flowing

Up above the avenue

Doesn't it seem a little strange girl

And the air so sweet

Go searching for a perfect night

Go running off our feet

A glass in every empty bar

Well I lie where you've been

Your long hair flowing

Soft and gentle on your skin

From coast to colosseum

From park to Park Lane

In the face of every passing girl

In the rumble of a train

From the tip of the highest tower

Every path to your door

And your long hair flowing

And your ribbons on the floor

Well I turn to go away now

A last kiss on your cheek

Strange how time seemed to fly

How a day became a week

A million roads to travel down

And time to forget

Your long hair flowing

I remember you yet

From coast to colosseum

From park to Park Lane

In the face of every passing girl

In the rumble of a train

From the tip of the highest tower

Every path to your door

And your long hair flowing

And your ribbons on the floor

And your long hair flowing

And your ribbons on the floor