Someone stood beside me for a moments in the rain. A silhouette, a cigarette and a gesture of disdain. I felt a dark door open, saw a sudden ghost come through.
Waiting, we were waiting. As the traffic moved through all our hearts and our heads. But things were different then. For the quiet men. . Shifting, things were shifting.
My sex. Waits for me. Like a mongrel waits. Downwind on a tight rope leash. . My sex. Is a fragile acrobat. Sometimes I'm a Novocaine shot. Sometimes I'm an automat.
I can feel the turning of the tides. Pulling away the night. Like a sheet from over me. . In summer time. I dissolve to a beach. And everywhere seems to be.
We turned the dial, we heard the news and laughed, we don't know why. We drank the wine and spoke of times we knew of days gone by. We flicked through photographs we had, somehow they made us sad.
Your picture of yourself is a media myth. Underneath this floor we're on the edge of a cliff. Someone told me Jesus was the Devil's lover. While we masturbated on a magazine cover.
[Chorus]. Dangerous rhythm. Dangerous rhythm. Dangerous rhythm in the air. . Stranger to stranger. We're both dressed for danger. Something is generating here.
When I was boy. There's a dream that I had. That a war if was fought. Was for good against bad. And I woke up to find. That the world had gone mad. . And we'd all fall down.