Ive been searching every nightclub from Marais to Montparnasse. Clouds above are crying Im a stranger you can trust. Heartaches Im escaping love thats gone insane.
Do you wanna?. It hurts going to the discoteque. It hurts going to the discoteque. . Do you wanna?. It hurts going to the discoteque. It hurts going to the discoteque.
Transmetropol, Transmetropolis. . We've come from all. Across the universe. In hedonistic bliss. The gates of paradise are open wide. In Transmetropolis.
Some people go through life like it's a breeze. They float their way through days and never feel the gray. And their tears fall but they don't sing. Their temporary marks, not always from the heart.
Music has made my life worth living. Music is all about loving and giving. Now that I say goodbye to my friends. I go singing to heaven, singing to heaven.