If my city isn’t pretty I don’t care
I wear a hat so the wind don’t mess up my hair
Neon nights keep calling, could you spare?
An evening from your TV, at which you ought not stare


‘We only want what is real
Electronic Supersonic Love Appeal’


Side swipe me sugar snipe, I don’t care
It’s no illusion I’ve been moving here and there
But I lost a lover have you seen her, anywhere?
Night time is the right time, to hear my prayers

Chorus