Lyric

Backstreet at two

And the rain writes names

In the gutter's black glass

I pass your door

With my hands in my coat

And the whole block looks tired

A taxi turns

Like it knows my hurt

Then it slips out of sight

Only one lamp

Keeps the corner awake

Like it's waiting for me

And the hour leans in

With a slow blue grin

My shoes say your name

On the empty street

Backstreet at two

Backstreet at two

I still come through

Lonely city lights

Hold my face tonight

Hold my face tonight

Backstreet at two

Backstreet at two

I'm still here for you

Backstreet at two

Backstreet at two

Your window is dark

But I swear I can hear

That old laugh on the stairs

The bakery's shut

And the iron gate sings

When the wind cuts through

I touch the brick wall

Where we carved out a dream

With a pocketknife kiss

Now every block

Has your shadow on it

And my pulse goes quiet

And the hour leans in

With a slow blue grin

My name on your lips

Like a far-off train

Backstreet at two

Backstreet at two

I still come through

Lonely city lights

Hold my face tonight

Hold my face tonight

Backstreet at two

Backstreet at two

I'm still here for you

Backstreet at two

Backstreet at two

If you open that door

I won't ask for much

Just a light on the floor

And your hand on mine

Then the sax can cry

And the blocks can sleep

I'll let morning wait

At the edge of town

Backstreet at two

Backstreet at two

I still come through

Lonely city lights

Hold my face tonight

Hold my face tonight

Backstreet at two

Backstreet at two

I'm still here for you

Backstreet at two

Backstreet at two