The fog has landed, making every streetlight a saint.
Every scene waits in the dark until you call it. Click a spot on the street, or pick a scene from the reel. While the song plays, the street wakes up on its own every so often.
Look at that You're beautiful aren't you Am I right in thinking My luck has changed too The fog has landed Making every streetlight a saint And the Sam Spade repartee is the bait Well, I took the bait Well you got me where you want me in this black and white film noir You can wear an Oscar for just standing as you are Turn your head just a little So the light can catch your face A silhouette and a cigarette Leaves a smokey trace in the dark Another moment Stolen like the booty from a kill You're the dog with a bone that followed me home Under my windowsill Gotta find a lawyer, gotta find a cop Gotta stop carrying something to make these footsteps stop Gotta trap temptation, gotta carry it all away I gotta find something better to do at the end of each day Well you got me where you want me in this black and white film noir You can wear an Oscar for just standing as you are Turn your head just a little So the light can catch your face A silhouette and a cigarette Leaves a smokey trace in the dark Under the moon On my heart On a lonely cold winter night I never really had you before you disappeared from sight It's all over long before I know that it is right A darkened alley It's just the view from my room The fog is romancing This lonely midnight gloom And I'm thinking You're beautiful aren't you At least I think it's you out there Under my street light blue Well you got me where you want me in this black and white film noir You can wear an Oscar for just standing as you are Turn your head just a little So the light can catch your face A silhouette and a cigarette Leaves a smokey trace in the dark Look at that You're beautiful aren't you