Walking through the night I’ll take you,
To a place I go when I'm blue, 
To see the city come alive with unfriendly characters.

You'll hear a broken dream or a few,
They turned over a new leaf while the wind blew,
Back towards this moment at the Lonely Hearts Club

Just one glance and I know what you’re thinking, I feel it to,
So we dance with all eyes watching across the room,
You bring me closer,
Yes, you bring me closer towards you

And an early sunrise which shines through, 
In dusty beams of light down on to,
The last remaining life at the Lonely Hearts Club 

Just one glance and I know what you’re thinking, I feel it too,
Let's take a chance and leave this old place for somewhere new,
And you bring me closer,
Yes, you bring me closer towards you

Walking Through The Night

I took the train down to Dalston in the rain, 
Stumbled out the overground station, 
Walked into the nearest bar, 
That’s where I saw you pulling pints, 
Talking to the locals in that shoegaze band,

I joked that I took my seat at the front row of your show,
You asked me to stay there with you until the curtains closed

Then we played pool until 2am at the club,
Until they rang that dreaded last orders bell,
We talked endlessly about university, you were dropping out, 
I said well 'a degree is just a piece of paper anyway', so they say

After that night, then we went our separate ways, 
but these days I still see you around in Dalston, 
So at least there's one friendly face

Dalston

A Surfboard and a Hatchback Car

I’m meeting with an old friend,
Just off Chancery Lane, 
Standing in the pouring rain

It’s like being in a bad dream,
We're in the middle of a crowded place,
Trying to find a familiar face

But everyone has changed,
While you and I have stayed the same,
Our lives got rearranged
And I don’t want to fade away,
And let the good times go to waste 

Now our building is collapsing,
But the foundation is secure,
I'm still running out the front door,

Despite the years in the making,
It's not the same place anymore,
And I don't want to be another chore

All our old friends have changed, 
I don't want to stay the same,
Our lives got rearranged,
And I don’t want to fade away,
And let the good times go to waste,
No, I don't want to fade away

Chancery Lane

I was working hard, 
9-5 plus overtime,
Then I met you on my lunch, 
We walked down the riverside 

Past all the suits and ties, 
Graffiti saying that TV lies, 
We didn’t say that much at all, 
But I began to feel real again 

I don't have time, don’t have time, don’t have time,
We’re back online, back online, back online 

On the rush hour train home, 
You sat opposite but we were both alone, 
Surrounded by mobile phones, 
We chose eye contact that time 

Another week, an overdue weekend, 
A gig, a cafe, you might be meeting friends, 
When Sunday comes our way, 
We won't be sad because we had Saturday,

I don't have time, don’t have time, don’t have time,
We’re back online, back online, back online 

Now seven years have gone by,               
Life moves fast but never seems to fly, 
When you most want it to, 
But we'll find little things,
Like that walk down the riverside

Riverside

I met my girlfriend yesterday,
I had known her for about 4 days,
We had an adventure 

We walked about the Greenwich streets,
And learned about the history,
In December 

We snuck into a little pub, 
with a fire that felt like a hug, 
And I remember

Days drifting away from here,
And I wouldn’t want it any other way, 
I wouldn’t want it any other way 

We will go through certain changes,
But the Royal Naval College will stay the same 

We might come back in 10 years,
If I’m lucky you’ll let me have a beer,
And we will reminisce about the people we miss, 
And our first kiss by the statue of the general, 
And in general 

Days are drifting away from here, 
But I wouldn’t want it any other way, 
You might want it some other way, 
On somedays

Greenwich

He’s going to pack 18 years into a small suitcase and leave this old town behind,
Wearing the suit that he bought for the leavers party with the city in his mind

It’s time to meet some dead end faces in the kind of places only a young man can find

We are going through changes,
Always rearranging our lives 

She’s going to be a grounding figure,
Sit beside in lectures, submit papers on time,
She doesn’t feel that sensible but is more likely to be the sober one tonight 

They’re going to meet some dead end faces in the kind of places only they will find  

We are going through changes,
Always rearranging our lives,
We just at different stages,
Turning over chapters we write

Rearranging Our Lives

You take me back to the streets that we walked on in Vienna, where orchestras tuned up in the distance.
We two drank espressos at the Hotel Sacher, got served by a waiter annoyed with the cheapest order.

Back in London, the ambulance sirens fill long gaps in the silence on the bus,
while we discuss...
Our next escape route to Paris or Vilnius
Ill go anywhere with you, but its Vienna that suits us 

We walzed in a palace with an Estonian actress in a venetian face mask she found on the floor.
Spent the hungover morning in the Schoenbrunn garden, where I wrote this love song for no one at all.

Back in London, the ambulance sirens fill long gaps in the silence on the bus,
while we discuss...
Our next escape route to Paris or Vilnius
Ill go anywhere with you, but its Vienna that suits us 


 


Oliver Hobbs

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