текст Soul Kitchen Array слова

Well, the clock says it's time to close
I guess I'd better go
I'd really like to stay here all night

The cars crawl past all stuffed with eyes,
Street lights shed their hollow glow;
Your brain seems bruised with numb surprise
Still one place to go, still one place to go

Let me sleep all night in your soul kitchen,
Warm my mind near your gentle stove
Turn me out and I'll wander, baby,
Stumbling in the neon groves
Your fingers weave quick minarets,
Speaking in secret alphabets
I light another cigarette,
Learn to forget, learn to forget