What I want to do is wake up to you. Bathing in the morning's light. All I want to say is bomb's away. Could you be my girl tonight. . Out here on the street.
On a childhood highway through a night alone. I was barely breathing, I was crawling home. Well it's not quite London or the south of France. Or an Asian island or a second chance.
Now I'm crossing Broadway towards a rising sun. In a waking city, I'm a loaded gun. I came home tonight to no one. . Not a sound, then it starts. Something speaks from the dark.