Luyện nghe bài hát Leeds Road 3am

The Festival is over and the of coloured lights
are blowing in the coming wind
One bulb comes loose, on the ground
The streets pick up the sound, it echoes like a tiny gunshot
ringing the damp and through the silence
Water slowly like the feel of troubles only half washed away
the wire the watchman doing nights sits beside a wall of screens
but he's not watching - gazing into the steam rising from his cup of
He's locked inside
Staring into the of a different world.

Near the top of Sandford Road, a parked Mondeo in the shadows
The lighting of a cigarette illuminates four faces not talking, just
The man in the front passenger holds the phone to his ear
listens to a voice giving the details
While in the back the boy the long hair
stares out through the misty glass into the dark
and the light of a different world

streets down the restaurant is empty, 3am weeknights, dead-time
The owner came here years ago and lost the dream of going home
but knows he will
In the kitchen his son sits head in thinks about leaving
- just somewhere that's not here
Doesn't up or see the Mondeo passing outside
He's staring into the a different world
There's a in a red car coming home late on the inner ring
not talking or listening to the music just in their own thoughts
The shoots the lights at sixty-five
Swerves, the red car that spins and rolls
Lands upside down in a crumple of metal and glass
The girl sits trapped inside watching new blood down her shoulder
Turns to see her boyfriend slumped against the
as a little crowd round
'Make him wake up, make him wake up' screaming
'Make him wake up, him wake up' and now she's pushing at him
'Make him wake up, him wake up'
But gone
Staring into the of a different world
Gazing the light of a different world