It's all up to you now find yourself in the moment go directly to the voodoo now the channel is open lose your head lose control you come on delicate
So come the evening I?m out on the dunes looking for a token something to prove all I remember is more than a flame in my fantasy fire whatever I?ve done
I came by invitation to general Chelsea mayhem then going on to somewhere, yes I was going somewhere a single random meeting with your eyes and I am beaten
(People say you?ve been around How ?bout you and me get down? How ?bout you and me get down? Babe I know you?ve been around Unmake your bed Don?t think
At the door blowing a kiss she?s careful not to wake her sister knowing that she will be missed it feels a little bad girl on the corner engine running
I?m driving up the autobahn losing my way as the night gets long the headlights shining in my face scream out the danger of this place and now there?s
a stormy summer is rolling closer lighting up this holy smoker and if this drinking could ease the thinking I toast to my home truth with this glass all
Dark sun rose on the ridge cut clear across the sky As good a day as any to die No reservation madam No reason to know why Running late stiletto heels
Do you know where we are? I'm longing for the dark Of our nocturnal life It begins and ends with you Don't spill my secret You were once running wild
To the voyeur, seated in a darkened room. Do you thrill when the green light starts pulsing? Paranoia, the only valid point of view. If you know what
Box full o' honey At the sharp end of the view The edge of me and you And all good sense had tread no further And as the ghost will shiver trees How I
You're nocturnal Only come out at night And I'm learning All the ways you want to ride Cuz you're on the roam But not until the darkness arrives And
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Walking under skies Waiting for the fall Meet me at the cornershop I'll show you it all Free you of your mind Something you wont find In the west-end
Now an unexpected peace comes to the day As the howling dimmed the fighting dies away when the hanging dust is clearing from the air you can just make
There's a dirty great monster In this house We pretend it's not there And there's no escape From It's grip But nobody seems to care Do you ever wonder
She's gentle to the touch She's everything head first So happy to be causing trouble Sometimes The pressure gets too much And you think she's going
Once was a man who consumed his place and time He thought nothing could touch him But here and now it?s a different storyline Like the straw he is clutching