When Dawn Arrives
๐ต 977 characters
โฑ๏ธ 2:43 duration
๐ ID: 2847165
๐ Lyrics
He hums tonight through his streets
My unlatched window the tune repeats
The kerb-crawling car winds down to a stop
A few seconds mumble then whisks him off
Sick and tired of abuse
Controlled signs of hysteria
But like when dawn arrives
He remembers his leisure
He runs tonight through his block
A crack in the curtain is unlocked
No meeting with a mother or greeting a friend
A sharp-looking boot-jack with some time to spend
Sick and tired of abuse
Controlled signs of hysteria
But like when dawn arrives
He remembers his leisure
He cries tonight
Through his manner
I can see his conscience
Get the better
From a doorway stepped in
Shadowed leather
Exchanging handshakes for money
And pleasure
He crawls tonight through his scum
From my dirty window his body's numb
Beneath the street-lamp tilts shoulders bent
Then meets his pick-up who pays his rent
Sick and tired of abuse
Controlled signs of hysteria
But like when dawn arrives
He remembers his leisure
His pleasure
My unlatched window the tune repeats
The kerb-crawling car winds down to a stop
A few seconds mumble then whisks him off
Sick and tired of abuse
Controlled signs of hysteria
But like when dawn arrives
He remembers his leisure
He runs tonight through his block
A crack in the curtain is unlocked
No meeting with a mother or greeting a friend
A sharp-looking boot-jack with some time to spend
Sick and tired of abuse
Controlled signs of hysteria
But like when dawn arrives
He remembers his leisure
He cries tonight
Through his manner
I can see his conscience
Get the better
From a doorway stepped in
Shadowed leather
Exchanging handshakes for money
And pleasure
He crawls tonight through his scum
From my dirty window his body's numb
Beneath the street-lamp tilts shoulders bent
Then meets his pick-up who pays his rent
Sick and tired of abuse
Controlled signs of hysteria
But like when dawn arrives
He remembers his leisure
His pleasure
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:07.45] He hums tonight through his streets
[00:11.04] My unlatched window the tune repeats
[00:14.54] The kerb-crawling car winds down to a stop
[00:17.99] A few seconds mumble then whisks him off
[00:21.64] Sick and tired of abuse
[00:25.21] Controlled signs of hysteria
[00:28.88] But like when dawn arrives
[00:32.43] He remembers his leisure
[00:36.22]
[00:43.22] He runs tonight through his block
[00:46.84] A crack in the curtain is unlocked
[00:50.26] No meeting with a mother or greeting a friend
[00:53.88] A sharp-looking boot-jack with some time to spend
[00:57.50] Sick and tired of abuse
[01:01.18] Controlled signs of hysteria
[01:04.72] But like when dawn arrives
[01:08.22] He remembers his leisure
[01:11.64]
[01:15.89] He cries tonight
[01:17.08] Through his manner
[01:19.20] I can see his conscience
[01:21.00] Get the better
[01:22.86] From a doorway stepped in
[01:24.43] Shadowed leather
[01:26.46] Exchanging handshakes for money
[01:29.92] And pleasure
[01:36.66] He crawls tonight through his scum
[01:40.06] From my dirty window his body's numb
[01:43.79] Beneath the street-lamp tilts shoulders bent
[01:47.38] Then meets his pick-up who pays his rent
[01:50.76] Sick and tired of abuse
[01:54.47] Controlled signs of hysteria
[01:58.07] But like when dawn arrives
[02:01.63] He remembers his leisure
[02:07.52] His pleasure
[02:09.56]
[00:11.04] My unlatched window the tune repeats
[00:14.54] The kerb-crawling car winds down to a stop
[00:17.99] A few seconds mumble then whisks him off
[00:21.64] Sick and tired of abuse
[00:25.21] Controlled signs of hysteria
[00:28.88] But like when dawn arrives
[00:32.43] He remembers his leisure
[00:36.22]
[00:43.22] He runs tonight through his block
[00:46.84] A crack in the curtain is unlocked
[00:50.26] No meeting with a mother or greeting a friend
[00:53.88] A sharp-looking boot-jack with some time to spend
[00:57.50] Sick and tired of abuse
[01:01.18] Controlled signs of hysteria
[01:04.72] But like when dawn arrives
[01:08.22] He remembers his leisure
[01:11.64]
[01:15.89] He cries tonight
[01:17.08] Through his manner
[01:19.20] I can see his conscience
[01:21.00] Get the better
[01:22.86] From a doorway stepped in
[01:24.43] Shadowed leather
[01:26.46] Exchanging handshakes for money
[01:29.92] And pleasure
[01:36.66] He crawls tonight through his scum
[01:40.06] From my dirty window his body's numb
[01:43.79] Beneath the street-lamp tilts shoulders bent
[01:47.38] Then meets his pick-up who pays his rent
[01:50.76] Sick and tired of abuse
[01:54.47] Controlled signs of hysteria
[01:58.07] But like when dawn arrives
[02:01.63] He remembers his leisure
[02:07.52] His pleasure
[02:09.56]