Visions of men never known. Never seen, never heard, never shown. Characters lying in wait. Responsible figures of fate. With memories and faces as long as their hate.
All the boys are wearing blue tonight.. We'll thrive, we'll dive, how can we lose?. All the strangers walk like you tonight.. So tall, we fall for every move..
If the stack is high against you. And the hammer's coming down. And the time that's yours lies heavy in your hands. Oh my sentimental friend. The fast much reach an end.
We were so young, we were too vain.. Dance in the dark, sing in the rain.. Time on our hands, hope in our hearts.. . We were talking, passing strangers..
In a quiet street washed by the rain, the room within the home.. A lonely man sits cheek to cheek, with unique designs in chrome.. The mellow years have long gone by, but now he sits alone..
[Chorus]. A life as a stranger,. Hands through a wire,. Forbidden desires,. Are mine for life.. . Looking from a spiral staircase,. At a man with a suitcase,.
I found the perfect picture, of a perfect stranger.. It looked as if, it were taken in the forties sometime,. Judging by the style.. . He could be a killer or a blind man with a cane,.
Standing on my own. It didn't mean that much to me. I thought I had it all. I didn't see the mystery. I stood the test of time. I took the step to find.
Taking shelter by the standing stones. Miles from all that moves. Breathing solitude, seeking confidence. A gift to me. Feeling spirits never far removed.
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.
I was young and not deceived then. I believed in the heart of the country. How the words sound, how the truth lies. I was moved by the heart of the country.
Somehow we drifted off too far. Communicate like distant stars. Splintered voices down the phone. The sunlit dust, the smell of roses drifts, oh no. Someone waits behind the door.
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.
[Chorus:]. See the man on the 'phone,. With a gun in his hand,. Sipping courage from a crystal cup.. He's a man in the wrong,. With a gun at his head,.
The lights went out (The last fuse blew).. The clocks all stopped (It can't be true).. The program's wrong (What can we do?).. The printout's blocked (It relied on you)..
What is this phase that I am going through. O these precious years. Please take my hand and let me breathe again. Young depressive tears. We stumble blindly chasing something new and something sinful.
Desire. Desire. Desire. Desire. . You live for love, I long for it. You give for love, I take from it. This friend of mine, desire. This lover's crime, desire.