Got your money on the table. And the devil in your eye. Who is that woman with the crooked smile?. . You got to go with what you feel. A little loving is a dangerous thing.
In a river, the color of lead. Immerse a baby's head. Wrap her up in the news of the world. Dump her on a doorstep, girl. This night has opened my eyes.
My eyes have seen the glory of the sacred wonder kind. You took me behind a disused railway line. And said, "I know a place where we can go where we are not known".
Take me out tonight. Where there's music and there's people. And they're young and alive. Driving in your car. I never never want to go home. Because I haven't got one.
Please don't cry, for the ghost and the storm outside. Will not invade this sacred shrine nor infiltrate your mind. My life down I shall lie if the bogey-man should try.