Lyrics:

In the shabby tower, head down, skybound
Corridors so cheap, barely stand
And clutching the music, so varied and sweet
Half in tune, half complete

In the harbour town, perfect sunset
People keep their yachts close at hand

The carparks are full of the giddy and gay
As the band slips away

All we need is something to sing
To turn her simple head
All we need is something to sing
Send us off to bed


The carparks are full of the giddy and gay
As the band slips away