Here she comes like a Queen all through the wintertime Skirts that billow long after she's gone Yes I could smell her smell on the pillow late at night She's a rose that blooms at night And all the streets were wet and slicked with rain Outside my green front door Number 48 seemed dull by comparison I went on down to the pub to stock up for the long night by myself That's one way out of this cold and lonely world Yes I'll be a rose that blooms tonight The city's quiet The rioters have all gone home now The fire brigades' sirens have been locked up for the night There's a blackout down on Brown Street Where all the blues come home And yes there's a rose that blooms at night Now Jim he packed up all his bags and said "It's time to get out of here" But his wife and children they were crying out in the kitchen Out in the back Once a year he remembers that scene But it seems so long ago now He tries to remember but he can't You don't look back Memories - they're like a rose that blooms at night There's a clock that never strikes In the Town Hall's towers of steel There's a road that's never used It's never kissed with the hiss of wheel In your mouth is a rusted brace That you flash with your junkyard smile Shine on like a rose at night *Written by Bob Geldof *Taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love"