Escalators Songtext
Late night Saturday,
Sits at his desk,
Everyone is having fun,
Everyone is gone,

She walks round the city,
Got no one to meet,
Lunchtime on an empty bench,
Feed the friendly birds,
Sorrows icy on the window,
Fiery light is burning through,
Don't care about tomorrow,
I've got things to do,

With brand new roses seeking hoses,
Happy jokers filling holes,
You and me should really be,
When we don't care about anything we're cool.