Il testo della King of the night

King of the night
(j. lyon/m. noble)

Battered old hands, black leather jacket
Sad, mournful cat, sweet moonlit racket
And i slid through the alleys
Like some old town stalking
As i go out walking, king of the night
King of the night

Night's curtain falls, soft velvet texture
A saxophone calls some ballad by dexter
Yea, i'm dresses in my best and the locals are gawking
I hear them talking, king of the night
When i'm out in my kingdom
Cares if the world take flight
King of the night

Someone is waiting
A falling star's creating
Anticipation in the air
Hidden in the craters of the moon
She's there

Damp morning streets
Small town awakens
Warm rumbled sheets
And the smell of bacon
I peek through kitchen windows
And see couples talking
As i finish walking, king of the night
Watching over his kingdom
As it fades in the morning light
King of the night
King of the night