In the East-End
Down a dead-end
I saw you descend
From a speakeasy
You flew right out of there
Stumbled down the stairs
With rubbish in your hair
You stood there, queasy
You said what's hardest
In London's harvest
Is there's no darkness
There's no unknown
The light's unstoppable
The eyes infallible
Hiding's impossible
When you're alone
I could see that you were pleased to see me
Secretly
Got on the first train
Damned your cursed brain
You damned the thirst and pain
But sobered fast
Your head in reverie
Your feet stepped wearily
The wind was heavy
Just like your past
Coming Out
Coming In
Coming Out
Coming In
Coming Out
Coming In
Coming Out
Coming In
And there in Leigh-on-Sea
Gazing to sea
You saw a banshee
On the foam
But she deceived you
Oh yeah, she withdrew
For once it looked like you
Were going home
I could see that you were pleased to see me
Oh, to see me
I could see that you were pleased to see me
Secretly