Here she comes like a 
Queen all through the wintertime 
Skirts that billow long after she's gone 
Yes I could smell her smell on the pillow late at night 
She's a rose that blooms at night 
And all the streets were wet and slicked with rain 
Outside my green front door 
Number 48 seemed dull by comparison 
I went on down to the pub to stock up for the long night by myself 
That's one way out of this cold and lonely world 
Yes I'll be a rose that blooms tonight 
The city's quiet 
The rioters have all gone home now 
The fire brigades' sirens have been locked up for the night 
There's a blackout down on 
Brown Street 
Where all the blues come home 
And yes there's a rose that blooms at night 
Now Jim he packed up all his bags and said "It's time to get out of here" 
But his wife and children they were crying out in the kitchen 
Out in the back 
Once a year he remembers that scene 
But it seems so long ago now 
He tries to remember but he can't 
You don't look back 
Memories - they're like a rose that blooms at night 
There's a clock that never strikes 
In the Town 
Hall's towers of steel 
There's a road that's never used 
It's never kissed with the hiss of wheel 
In your mouth is a rusted brace 
That you flash with your junkyard smile 
Shine on like a rose at night *written by 
Bob Geldof *taken from the album "The Vegetarians of Love"