Dark weekends in the sun, out on chelsea row
Descending the stairs, frankie my love
Check your make-up in the mirror
Come on, baby, lets go
Well dance round this dirty town
till the night is all done
Then all the finer things sleep alone tonight
Then all the minor kings lose their thrones tonight
Dont worry about me baby, Ill be alright
Theres machines and theres fire
On the outside of town
Young boys for hire
Waiting to blow us all down
There are strange flashes in the sky up above
Ill spend the night at the movies
With my secret love
At dusk the stars all appear on the screen
Just like they do each night in my dreams
But tonights no dream, frankie
I can feel myself move
Living and dying
Like I was born to do
Walk softly tonight little angel
I wanna be alone with you
Talk softly to me tonight angel
Make all my dream-world come true
I remember standing in the freezing rain
Reading them "want" ads out on chelsea row
Winging down the street in search of new games
Hustling through the night packs where the actors go
Frankie they are crazy, lets run and hide
In the darkness therell be hidden worlds that shine
When all of the glory in this desperate land
Will rise like raindrops in the palm of our hands
Rise like the rain
Let your sadness rise
Walk softly tonight little angel
Into the shadows where the lovers go
Talk softly tonight angel
Whisper your secrets so soft and low