| Song | City Of Nights |
| Artist | Marc Almond |
| Album | Treasure Box |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Almond | |
| In the city of nights | |
| In the city of nights | |
| As the lights go on there's a magic glow to the sea | |
| But as we move through the streets we can feel the fear | |
| As night goes on there's a tragic show in the city | |
| Those songs are on the ebb and mixed with tears | |
| And down the alleyway the drunks are fighting | |
| Over who will have the last drink from the can | |
| It all seems so romantic in the lying | |
| But what a sad existence for a man | |
| There's speeders, dealers, girls of easy virtue | |
| Laughter, lies and lovers sparkling eyes | |
| Glitter boys and girls out for the dancing | |
| Good time girls and boys out for the highs | |
| And there's a hotel on hope street | |
| Where the concierge will understand your needs | |
| She doesn't care your colour or religion | |
| And she always has a room for you and me | |
| In the city of nights | |
| In the city of nights | |
| There's an oriental flavour in the city | |
| Marta Haries, saris and sarongs | |
| Incense candles, prayer and incantations | |
| Golden girls Arabia in their song | |
| It seems the doors are closed on the asylums | |
| And in the street they're putting on a show | |
| Talking to themselves they get no answer | |
| Or suggestions for a better place to go | |
| In the city of nights | |
| In the city of nights | |
| A young man dreams of the open sea | |
| In the year from no God knows where he'll be | |
| No open door to set him free | |
| No open door to set him free | |
| Girls sell kisses to the lonely men | |
| Boys turn tricks with the sleight of hand | |
| Women fear to walk where men desire | |
| Inspiration, hope and fire | |
| Hey don't be a stranger | |
| Make a friend don't let it end you | |
| Hey don't be a stranger | |
| There's a light burning in the city | |
| In the city | |
| In the city of nights | |
| As the sun goes down there's a wind blowing through the city | |
| A darker day as summer says goodbye | |
| Another world is waking in the city | |
| All live fears, important knowing eyes | |
| And there amongst the litter and the debris | |
| The sally army busking out a song | |
| Drowning out the sound of breaking windows | |
| Sing along, sing along, sing along | |
| Come on sinners, yeah, yeah | |
| Come on sinners | |
| Come on sinners, yeah, yeah | |
| Come on sinners | |
| Come on sinners, yeah, yeah | |
| Come on sinners | |
| Discos, bringers | |
| Discos, bars | |
| Women, winners | |
| Stiffs and stars | |
| Kings and queens | |
| And cabs and cars | |
| Famous, you know | |
| Who they are | |
| Drugs and punks and | |
| Tarts with heart | |
| Corpses, candle | |
| Works of art | |
| Losers, loomers | |
| Never hads | |
| Groups and dreams | |
| Of hope and fads | |
| Passing fences | |
| Phase and fads | |
| Happy hookers | |
| Lookers, fags | |
| In the city | |
| In the city | |
| In the city |
| zuo ci : Almond | |
| In the city of nights | |
| In the city of nights | |
| As the lights go on there' s a magic glow to the sea | |
| But as we move through the streets we can feel the fear | |
| As night goes on there' s a tragic show in the city | |
| Those songs are on the ebb and mixed with tears | |
| And down the alleyway the drunks are fighting | |
| Over who will have the last drink from the can | |
| It all seems so romantic in the lying | |
| But what a sad existence for a man | |
| There' s speeders, dealers, girls of easy virtue | |
| Laughter, lies and lovers sparkling eyes | |
| Glitter boys and girls out for the dancing | |
| Good time girls and boys out for the highs | |
| And there' s a hotel on hope street | |
| Where the concierge will understand your needs | |
| She doesn' t care your colour or religion | |
| And she always has a room for you and me | |
| In the city of nights | |
| In the city of nights | |
| There' s an oriental flavour in the city | |
| Marta Haries, saris and sarongs | |
| Incense candles, prayer and incantations | |
| Golden girls Arabia in their song | |
| It seems the doors are closed on the asylums | |
| And in the street they' re putting on a show | |
| Talking to themselves they get no answer | |
| Or suggestions for a better place to go | |
| In the city of nights | |
| In the city of nights | |
| A young man dreams of the open sea | |
| In the year from no God knows where he' ll be | |
| No open door to set him free | |
| No open door to set him free | |
| Girls sell kisses to the lonely men | |
| Boys turn tricks with the sleight of hand | |
| Women fear to walk where men desire | |
| Inspiration, hope and fire | |
| Hey don' t be a stranger | |
| Make a friend don' t let it end you | |
| Hey don' t be a stranger | |
| There' s a light burning in the city | |
| In the city | |
| In the city of nights | |
| As the sun goes down there' s a wind blowing through the city | |
| A darker day as summer says goodbye | |
| Another world is waking in the city | |
| All live fears, important knowing eyes | |
| And there amongst the litter and the debris | |
| The sally army busking out a song | |
| Drowning out the sound of breaking windows | |
| Sing along, sing along, sing along | |
| Come on sinners, yeah, yeah | |
| Come on sinners | |
| Come on sinners, yeah, yeah | |
| Come on sinners | |
| Come on sinners, yeah, yeah | |
| Come on sinners | |
| Discos, bringers | |
| Discos, bars | |
| Women, winners | |
| Stiffs and stars | |
| Kings and queens | |
| And cabs and cars | |
| Famous, you know | |
| Who they are | |
| Drugs and punks and | |
| Tarts with heart | |
| Corpses, candle | |
| Works of art | |
| Losers, loomers | |
| Never hads | |
| Groups and dreams | |
| Of hope and fads | |
| Passing fences | |
| Phase and fads | |
| Happy hookers | |
| Lookers, fags | |
| In the city | |
| In the city | |
| In the city |
| zuò cí : Almond | |
| In the city of nights | |
| In the city of nights | |
| As the lights go on there' s a magic glow to the sea | |
| But as we move through the streets we can feel the fear | |
| As night goes on there' s a tragic show in the city | |
| Those songs are on the ebb and mixed with tears | |
| And down the alleyway the drunks are fighting | |
| Over who will have the last drink from the can | |
| It all seems so romantic in the lying | |
| But what a sad existence for a man | |
| There' s speeders, dealers, girls of easy virtue | |
| Laughter, lies and lovers sparkling eyes | |
| Glitter boys and girls out for the dancing | |
| Good time girls and boys out for the highs | |
| And there' s a hotel on hope street | |
| Where the concierge will understand your needs | |
| She doesn' t care your colour or religion | |
| And she always has a room for you and me | |
| In the city of nights | |
| In the city of nights | |
| There' s an oriental flavour in the city | |
| Marta Haries, saris and sarongs | |
| Incense candles, prayer and incantations | |
| Golden girls Arabia in their song | |
| It seems the doors are closed on the asylums | |
| And in the street they' re putting on a show | |
| Talking to themselves they get no answer | |
| Or suggestions for a better place to go | |
| In the city of nights | |
| In the city of nights | |
| A young man dreams of the open sea | |
| In the year from no God knows where he' ll be | |
| No open door to set him free | |
| No open door to set him free | |
| Girls sell kisses to the lonely men | |
| Boys turn tricks with the sleight of hand | |
| Women fear to walk where men desire | |
| Inspiration, hope and fire | |
| Hey don' t be a stranger | |
| Make a friend don' t let it end you | |
| Hey don' t be a stranger | |
| There' s a light burning in the city | |
| In the city | |
| In the city of nights | |
| As the sun goes down there' s a wind blowing through the city | |
| A darker day as summer says goodbye | |
| Another world is waking in the city | |
| All live fears, important knowing eyes | |
| And there amongst the litter and the debris | |
| The sally army busking out a song | |
| Drowning out the sound of breaking windows | |
| Sing along, sing along, sing along | |
| Come on sinners, yeah, yeah | |
| Come on sinners | |
| Come on sinners, yeah, yeah | |
| Come on sinners | |
| Come on sinners, yeah, yeah | |
| Come on sinners | |
| Discos, bringers | |
| Discos, bars | |
| Women, winners | |
| Stiffs and stars | |
| Kings and queens | |
| And cabs and cars | |
| Famous, you know | |
| Who they are | |
| Drugs and punks and | |
| Tarts with heart | |
| Corpses, candle | |
| Works of art | |
| Losers, loomers | |
| Never hads | |
| Groups and dreams | |
| Of hope and fads | |
| Passing fences | |
| Phase and fads | |
| Happy hookers | |
| Lookers, fags | |
| In the city | |
| In the city | |
| In the city |