Night - BBC Radio Top Gear Session - 30th July 1968

The world outside my window
Slowly passes by
As I gaze on the dim glow
Of the evening sky
Where every breath that I take
Becomes a vapour cloud
That wraps itself around me
To hide me from the crowd

Then like a wall descending
Night will the day be ending
And it's if as though by magic
Everything's become so tragic
Become so tragic

I turn and look behind me
And all the crowd have gone
And though they're all around me
I feel I am alone
The sounds of day have vanished
And I find in their place
There is an awesome silence
Of life there is no trace

Then like a wall descending
Night will the day be ending
And it's if as though by magic
Everything's become so tragic
Become so tragic

Then like a wall descending
Night will the day be ending
And it's if as though by magic
Everything's become so tragic
Become so tragic

The world outside my window
Slowly passes by
As I gaze on the dim glow
Of the evening sky
Where every breath that I take
Becomes a vapour cloud
That wraps itself around me
To hide me from the crowd

Then like a wall descending
Night will the day be ending
And it's if as though by magic
Everything's become so tragic
Become so tragic