Lionmouth Door Knocker Lyrics - Kate Tempest

At any given moment 

In the middle of a city 

There's a million epiphanies occurring 

And the blurring of the world beyond the curtain 

And the world within the person 

There's a quiver in the litter 

In the alleyway, he's singing 

People meet by chance 

Fall in love, drift apart again 

Underaged drinkers walk the park 

And watch the dark descend 

The workers watch the clocks 

Fiddle with their Parker pens 

While the grandmothers 

Haggle with the market men 

Here, where the kids play and laugh until they fall apart 

As kids chase and dancing to [this mistakes?] and darkened rooms 

Too fast, too soon 

Too slow, too long 

Move around all day 

But we can't move on 

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Is anybody else awake? 

Will it ever be day again? 

Is anybody else awake? 

Will it ever be day again? 

Overflowing plant pots 

Fence posts 

Decorated door numbers 

Motor black beneath a tarp 

Beaten up Punto 

Goal posts, painted on that green garage door 

There's a rainbow on that wheelie bin 

There's stickers in that window 

Smart flats, rough flats 

Can't-get-enough-cat flats you know 

Seventeen cat flats 

Rich flats, broke flats 

New flats, old flats 

Luxury bespoke flats 

And 'this has got to be a joke' flats 

Pensioners, toddlers 

Immigrants and Englishmen 

Families of six kids 

Single business woman 

Look, everybody's here trying to make or scrape a living 

A fox freezes on the alley wall and stands still sniffing 

Bare branches sway in the front garden 

The lionmouth door knocker flaps in the breeze 

Street lights glint on the 'beware of the dog' signs 

The beer cans and crisp packets dance with the dead leaves 

It's 04: 18 AM 

At this very moment, on this very street 

Seven different people in seven different flats 

Are wide awake, they can't sleep 

Now, of all these people, in all these houses 

Only these seven are awake 

And they shiver in the middle of the night 

Counting their sheepish mistakes 

Is anybody else awake? 

Will it ever be day again? 

Is anybody else awake? 

Will it ever be day again? 

We start on the corner 

With our backs against the wall 

Next to the old phone box 

Where the tramp leaves his bedding 

The road runs ahead of you 

Houses and flats either side, walk down 

Go past the yard with the caravans 

There, behind the hedges