Testo Stairs To The Roof

Down by the old cathedral
We’d watch the night unfold
Love blooming in the gutter
I wonder what it feels like
I wonder if I’ll ever know

It serves you right to suffer
These ghosts of last night’s crimes It’s just this summer madness
That keeps me out on Saturday night

The stairs to the roof are calling
And they’re lined with dope and gold
You can’t see the stars in London
But you know they’re out there
Out shivering in the cold

It serves you right to suffer
These ghosts of last night’s crimes
It’s just this summer madness
That gets me out on Saturday night

It serves you right to suffer These ghosts are strange sometimes
It’s just this summer madness
That keeps me out on Saturday night