

(mmm-hmm) Rain on the pavement,
a copper sky
We watch the taxis swimming by
From a top-floor window in Soho square
With the scent of espresso in the air
The neon signs are flickering slow
We've got nowhere left we need to go
Just fading colors on the brick and stone
(yeah, yeah)
Under the Soho
sundown
We watch the shadows bend and fold
Under the Soho
sundown
Turning the gray streets into
gold
(ahhh,
gold)
Jazz from a basement down below
Blending with the engine glow
We write our names in the window steam
Lost inside a quiet London scheme
And the clock on the tower strikes eight
We are right on time,
we are never late
In the heart of the rush,
we found our peace
Soho sundown...
(mmm, so gold)
Soho sundown...