(m. crenshaw). . Music and screams on this street of twisted dreams. People staring (into space) and talking (to themselves, get it? ). Baby let's keep walking.
Yes, I see we're moving on. Over unfamiliar ground. Wait a minute look around. This is easy. . Yes, I see we're moving on. Maybe trouble's all we'll find.
Don't wanna know about the usual thing. I never bother with the usual thing. And I only wanna shout, wanna jive, wanna feel alive. Do whatever I wanna do.
Television light. Shining through a hundred bedroom windows. I was out last night. Walking all around the streets that we know. . Tales to tell are behind every door.
Well, you've gotta understand. I want to be your only one. 'Til the last star fades, 'til this wide world is through. 'Til that moment, I'll belong to you.