That Is My Life, That Is Yours

I don't know where you are tonight, My lost love. I searched all day and through the night And up above. I asked a florist for a light Outside a club. He told me maybe you're inside, But no luck. I took the bus to Bishopsgate And opened up. The night was warm, But it's late And it's warm. And it's late and it's Warm. And it's late And it's warm. But it's late