Nocturn.

Sweet dreams...

On this midsummer night

Everyone is sleeping

We go driving into the moonlight

Could be in a dream

Our clothes are on the beach

These prints of our feet

Lead right up to the sea

No one, no one is here

No one, no one is here

We stand in the Atlantic

We become panoramic

We tire of the city

We tire of it all

We long for just that something more

Could be in a dream

Our clothes are on the beach

The prints of our feet

Lead right up to the sea

No one, no one is here

No one, no one is here

We stand in the Atlantic

We become panoramic

The stars are caught in our hair

The stars are on our fingers

A veil of diamond dust

Just reach up and touch it

The sky's above our heads

The sea's around our legs

In milky, silky water

We swim further and further

We dive down... We dive down

A diamond night, a diamond sea

And a diamond sky...

We dive deeper and deeper

We dive deeper and deeper

Could be we are here

Could be in my dream

It came up on the horizon

Rising and rising

In a sea of honey, a sky of honey

A sea of honey, a sky of honey

Look at the light! And all the time it's a changing

Look at the light, climbing up the aerial!

Bright, white coming alive jumping off of the aerial

All the time it's a changing, like now...

All the time it's a changing, like then again...

All the time it's a changing

And all the dreamers are waking.

Click

Kate Bush Instrumental.

There Goes a Tenner

Click

Okay, remember

Okay, remember

That we have just allowed

Half an hour

To get in, do it, and get out.

The sense of adventure

Is changing to danger;

The signal has been given.

I go in-

The crime begins.

My excitement

Turns into fright.

All my words fade

What am I gonna say?

Mustn't give the game away.

We're waiting-

We're waiting-

We're waiting.

We got the job sussed;

This shop's shut for business;

The lookout has parked the car,

But kept the engine running-

Three beeps means trouble's coming.

I hope you remember

To treat the gelignite tenderly for me.

I'm having dreams about things

Not going right-

Let's leave in plenty of time, tonight.

Both my partners

Act like actors:

You are Bogart,

He is George Raft,

That leaves Cagney and me.

("What about Edward G.?")

We're waiting,

We're waiting,

We're waiting.

You blow the safe up-

Then all I know is I wake up,

Covered in rubble,

One of the rabble.

Needs mummy-

("What's all this then?")

The government will never find the money.

("What's all this then?")

I've been here all day,

A star in strange ways.

Apart from a photograph

They'll get nothing from me,

Not until they let me see

My solicitor.

Ooh, I remember

That rich, windy weather

When you would carry me,

Pockets floating

In the breeze.

Ooh, there goes a tenner.

Hey, look! There's a fiver.

There's a ten-shilling note.

Remember them?

That's when we used to vote for him.