Don McGlashan - This Is London lyrics

The traffic has gone quiet Just the finger-tip drumming Of the last train on the hill Now only I can hear it coming And the moon is way up high Like a giant map-maker She paints the windows of our house With a yellow highlighter And a voice says This Is London And I wait and count the beats And the night fills up the valley And the cleaners clean the streets And the words bounce off the satellites And they fall back down to earth Across miles and miles of ocean To the city of my birth And the inattentive drivers And the black ice on the bridges And the friends who break their promises And the comfortless strangers I can see them all a-circling Out there in the future But tonight they can't hurt you Tonight they don't matter Ch I know you are asleep now You've gone heavy on my shoulder I carry you to your bed Like a boat across the water Ch