Testo Soul Kitchen

Well, the clock says it's time to close, now;
I guess I'd better go, now;
I'd really like to stay here all night.
The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes,
Street lights shed their hollow glow;
your brain seems bruised with numb surprise.
Still one place to go,
still one place to go.
Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen,
warm my mind near your gentle stove.
Turn me out and I'll wander, baby,
stumbling in the neon groves.

Your fingers weave quick minarets,
speaking in secret alphabets.
I light an another cigarette,
learn to forget, learn to forget,
learn to forget, learn to forget.

Well, the clock says it's time to close, now;
Iknow I have to go, now;
I'd really like to stay here all night, all night, all night.