Night Raid

Shuttered windows, cars hummin' on the street below

The fountain throbbed in the lobby of the Grand Hotel

We checked into room 33, well, well, well, well

You were a runaway flake of snow

You were skinny and white as a wafer, yeah, I know

Sitting on the edge of the bed, clicking your shoes

I slid my little songs out from under you (Ooh, ooh)

And we all rose from our wonder

We would never admit defeat

And we leaned out of the window

As the rain fell on the street

On the street

They were just a sigh released from a dying star

They were runaway flakes of snow, yeah, I know

They annexed your insides in a late night raid

We sent down for drinks and something to eat

The cars hummin' in the rain on the street below

A fountain throbs in the lobby of the Grand Hotel

The spurting font of creativity, yeah, I know

Your head in a pool of your own streaming hair (Ooh, ooh)

And Jesus lying in His mother's arms, just so (Ooh, ooh)

Up on the wall, just so

And we all rose up from our wonder

We will never admit defeat

And we leaned out of the window

And watched the horses in the street

In the street

In room 33, yeah, I know

Yeah, I know