| Song | Leeds Road 3am |
| Artist | New Model Army |
| Album | Eight |
| 作词 : Dean, Sullivan | |
| The Festival is over and the strings of coloured lights | |
| are blowing crazy in the coming wind | |
| One bulb comes loose, shatters on the ground | |
| The empty streets pick up the sound, it echoes like a tiny gunshot | |
| ringing through the damp and through the silence | |
| Water trickles slowly like the feel of troubles only half washed away | |
| Behind the wire the watchman doing nights sits beside a wall of screens | |
| but he's not watching - gazing into the steam rising from his cup of coffee | |
| He's locked away inside | |
| Staring into the light of a different world | |
| Near the top of Sandford Road, there's a parked Mondeo in the shadows | |
| The lighting of a cigarette illuminates four faces not talking, just waiting | |
| The man in the front passenger seat holds the phone to his ear | |
| listens to a thin voice giving the details | |
| While in the back the boy with the long hair | |
| stares out through the misty glass into the dark streets | |
| and into the light of a different world | |
| Three streets down the restaurant is empty, 3am weeknights, dead-time | |
| The owner came here years ago and never lost the dream of going home | |
| but knows he never will | |
| In the kitchen his son sits head in hands thinks about leaving | |
| Anywhere - just somewhere that's not here | |
| Doesn't look up or see the Mondeo passing outside | |
| He's gazing into the light a different world | |
| Staring into the light of a different world | |
| There's a couple in a red car coming home late on the inner ring | |
| not talking or listening to the music, just lost in their own thoughts | |
| The Mondeo shoots the lights at sixty-five | |
| Swerves, catches the red car that spins and rolls | |
| Lands upside down in a crumple of metal and shattered glass | |
| The girl sits trapped inside watching new blood trickle down her shoulder | |
| Turns to see her boyfriend slumped against the dash | |
| as a little crowd gathers round | |
| 'Make him wake up, make him wake up' she's screaming | |
| 'Make him wake up, make him wake up' and now she's pushing at him | |
| 'Make him wake up, make him wake up' | |
| But he's gone into the light of a different world | |
| Staring into the lights of a different world |
| zuò cí : Dean, Sullivan | |
| The Festival is over and the strings of coloured lights | |
| are blowing crazy in the coming wind | |
| One bulb comes loose, shatters on the ground | |
| The empty streets pick up the sound, it echoes like a tiny gunshot | |
| ringing through the damp and through the silence | |
| Water trickles slowly like the feel of troubles only half washed away | |
| Behind the wire the watchman doing nights sits beside a wall of screens | |
| but he' s not watching gazing into the steam rising from his cup of coffee | |
| He' s locked away inside | |
| Staring into the light of a different world | |
| Near the top of Sandford Road, there' s a parked Mondeo in the shadows | |
| The lighting of a cigarette illuminates four faces not talking, just waiting | |
| The man in the front passenger seat holds the phone to his ear | |
| listens to a thin voice giving the details | |
| While in the back the boy with the long hair | |
| stares out through the misty glass into the dark streets | |
| and into the light of a different world | |
| Three streets down the restaurant is empty, 3am weeknights, deadtime | |
| The owner came here years ago and never lost the dream of going home | |
| but knows he never will | |
| In the kitchen his son sits head in hands thinks about leaving | |
| Anywhere just somewhere that' s not here | |
| Doesn' t look up or see the Mondeo passing outside | |
| He' s gazing into the light a different world | |
| Staring into the light of a different world | |
| There' s a couple in a red car coming home late on the inner ring | |
| not talking or listening to the music, just lost in their own thoughts | |
| The Mondeo shoots the lights at sixtyfive | |
| Swerves, catches the red car that spins and rolls | |
| Lands upside down in a crumple of metal and shattered glass | |
| The girl sits trapped inside watching new blood trickle down her shoulder | |
| Turns to see her boyfriend slumped against the dash | |
| as a little crowd gathers round | |
| ' Make him wake up, make him wake up' she' s screaming | |
| ' Make him wake up, make him wake up' and now she' s pushing at him | |
| ' Make him wake up, make him wake up' | |
| But he' s gone into the light of a different world | |
| Staring into the lights of a different world |