Dark weekends in the sun out on Chelsea Row. Descending the stairs Frankie my love. Check your make-up in the mirror. Come on baby let's go. We'll dance round this dirty town. 'Till the night is all done. Then all the finer things sleep alone tonight. Then all the minor kings lose their thrones tonight. Don't worry about me baby I'll be alright. There's machines and there's fire. On the outside of town. Young boys for hire. Waiting to blow us all down. There are strange flashes in the sky up above. I'll spend the night at the movies. With my secret love. At dusk the stars all appear on the screen. Just like they do each night in my dreams. But tonight's no dream Frankie. I can feel myself move. Living and dying. Like I was born to do. Walk softly tonight little angel. I wanna be alone with you. Talk softly to me tonight angel. Make all my dream-world come true. I remember standing in the freezing rain. Reading them "Want" ads out on Chelsea Row. Winging down the street in search of new games. Hustling through the night packs where the actors go. Frankie they are crazy let's run and hide. In the darkness there'll be hidden worlds that shine. When all of the glory in this desperate land. Will rise like raindrops in the palm of our hands. Rise like the rain. Let your sadness rise. Walk softly tonight little angel. Into the shadows where the lovers go. Talk softly tonight angel. Whisper your secrets so soft and low.