Twisting, turning. Twisting, and turning 'round This thing is burning. And all I want is another match. Twisting and turning. This thing is burning down.
You can really stare. You can stare a thousand miles. And yet still I know exactly what you see. You can really care. You can care about the things that happen.
She's reformed. Just like the neighbor's girl. She's coming home. Into her wonder-world. . She's moving fast. She's a superstar. She's getting high. She covers up her scars.
I broke down on 14th street, I could have been blind. And you could have been anywhere in the world but I saw you in my mind. In flashing colors in the middle of the night.