

(ah-ah-ah-ah) (stuttering vocal cut)
Streets are gleaming in the damp
night
air
Under halogen glows we drift somewhere
Catching the rhythm, we slide away Waiting for tomorrow but we want
today
Moving in the rain,
we don't feel the cold
(ooh-yeah) Stories in the damp tarmac untold
Just keep the rhythm pumping in the sound
(spin me round and round)
Tyres are splashing on the avenue Running through the droplets just to
get to you
Shadows dancing on the brick and stone
We are in the rhythm,
we are not alone
Moving in the rain,
we don't feel the cold
(ooh-yeah) Stories in the damp tarmac untold
Just keep the rhythm pumping in the sound
(spin me round and round)
(just keep it pumping) (ah-ah-ah-ah)