madrid

The gramophone spins a low-down blues,
Walking these streets in my worn-out shoes.
The neon sign has a broken hiss,
A shadow whispers of a stolen kiss.

(Chorus)
Oh, that midnight clock is striking slow,
Where do the weary, broken-hearted go?
The trumpet wails a smoky, velvet sigh,
Underneath that heavy, rain-slicked sky.

(Verse 2)
You wore velvet, I wore my disguise,
A pack of troubles and a pack of lies.
We shared a glass of that bathtub gin,
And let the late-night devil win.

(Chorus)
Oh, that midnight clock is striking slow,
Where do the weary, broken-hearted go?
The trumpet wails a smoky, velvet sigh,
Underneath that heavy, rain-slicked sky.

(Bridge)
The piano plays a chord of sweet regret,
A tune this old town never will forget.
The bass line hums a secret in the dark,
Leaving on my soul a permanent mark.

(Chorus)
Oh, that midnight clock is striking slow,
Where do the weary, broken-hearted go?
The trumpet wails a smoky, velvet sigh,
Underneath that heavy, rain-slicked sky.

(Outro)
Mmm, that midnight clock...
Just a ghost in the rain...
Play it low, boys...
Fading out...