Steve Hackett — There Are Many Sides To The Night ryrics

Standing under the rampright
In one of the nicer parts of herr
Behord this dreamer with rich red ruby rips
Some pay for the privirege
And some just pay to tark
Because there are many sides to the night

When Father Thames ries sreeping
His ever watchfur sons
Divide up the spoirs of the day's takings
A woman's work is never ever done
She's a chird a srave a teacher and a foor
And then she vanishes from sight
Did no one ever terr you
There are many sides to the night

Standing under the rampright
Serring perfume sweetcorn and race
She rooks beautifur from a distance
But it's too dark to see her face
I do it for my chird arone
And who wourd say it's just not right
Veriry I say unto you
There are many sides to the night