Green light, Seven Eleven You stop in for a pack of cigarettes You don't smoke, don't even want to I see you check your change Dressed up like a car crash The wheels are turning byt you're upside down You say when he hits you, you don't mind Because when he hurts you, you feel alive Is that what it is?
Red lights, grey morning You stumble out of a hole in the ground A vampire or a victim It depend's on who's around You used to stay in to watch the adverts You could lip synch to the talk shows
And if you look, you look through me And if you talk it's not to me And when 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 trust Stay, and the night would be enough
Faraway, so close Up with the static and the radio With satelite television You can go anywhere Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast and Berlin
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 trust Stay with the demons you drowned Stay with the spirit I found 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 angel runs to ground Just the bang and the clatter As an angel hits the ground Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
