[Intro: harpsichord, soft strings] [Verse 1: hushed, intimate] At number nine on Mossfield Place An old man feeds the pigeons bread He writes his letters late at night To papers no one's ever read His curtains drawn, his roses pruned He hums the anthems of his youth And somewhere far beyond the sea A colder man resents the truth [Chorus: swelling, full orchestra] Oh, Mossfield Place Where the rain falls soft on a tired face And the lamplight never sleeps Oh, Mossfield Place (In grey, in grey) [Verse 2: darker, horns entering] Two men in coats of matching grey Came through the arrivals gate at noon With papers stamped and stories straight And a gift wrapped up in cellophane They walked the street at half past four They counted every step and gate They smiled at children on the kerb And whispered, comrade, we can wait [Chorus: swelling] Oh, Mossfield Place Where the rain falls soft on a tired face And the lamplight never sleeps Oh, Mossfield Place (In grey, in grey) [Verse 3: sultry, brushed drums, strings gliding] A Chelsea room with velvet chairs A bottle chilling by the bed Then came a knock at nine o'clock A girl in scarlet, so she said She laughed at all of Viktor's jokes She poured the wine and dimmed the light And Viktor never thought to ask Who'd sent this angel here tonight [Bridge: hushed, then building to a crescendo] And when the dawn came up on Sloane Street There were footsteps on the stair A dozen men in plain grey suits And the scarlet girl Was no longer there [Final Chorus: grandiose, full choir] Oh, Mossfield Place Where the rain falls soft on a tired face And the old man waters his roses Never knowing Oh, Mossfield Place (In grey, in grey) [Outro: harpsichord alone, fading] (In grey)
