Right, what we'd like to do now is go live from Toronto to London, to the Secret Policeman's Ball, which is a mysterious and extraordinary event that certainly changed my life when I was...I dunno...changable. I still am. This is Stay.

Green light, 7-Eleven
You stop in for a pack of cigarettes
You don't smoke, don't even want
Hey now, I see you check your change
Dressed up like a car crash
The wheels are turning but you're upside down
You say when he hits you you don't mind
Because when he hurts you you feel alive
Oh now, is that what it is

Red lights, grey morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
vampire or a victim
It depends on who's around
You used to stay in to watch the adverts
You could lip-synch to the talk show hosts

And if you look, you look through me 
And when if you talk it's not to me
And if I touch you, you don't feel a thing
If I could stay, then the night would give you up
Stay and the day would keep its [bad word] If I could stay, then the night would be enough

Faraway, so close up with the static and the radio waves
With satellite television you can go anywhere
Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast from Toronto

And if you listen I can't call
And if you jump, you just might fall
And if you shout, I'll only hear you
If I could stay then the night would give you up
Stay then the day would keep its [bad word] Stay with the spirit I found
Stay with the demons you drowned
Stay and the night would be enough

Three o'clock in the morning
It's quiet and there's no one around
Just the bang and the clatter as an [bad word] to ground
Just the bang and the clatter as an angel hits the ground

Thank you