Alone again in Paris. Travel drained I write to you. You've been on my mind. Cold days, long nights. . A rooftop in Berlin I call. Confess the state I'm in.
From the east to the south. I tongue the roof of my mouth. To new days of doubt without you. First gear. . I face the trouble ahead. Final word's been said.
What lies beneath the door? What keeps you? Explore. Do you take the chance to defeat the source?. The gates are opening. The choice, the future, the future, the future is yours.
Summer in San Francisco. Kissing chlorine in the swimming pool. Out of fuel at the Phoenix motel. I slept alone again that night. And sweet dreams of Mother Ireland.
Looking up, up, up for love finally. . Hey, hey. Fire, fire. . Down in the foundry. We forge for us the changing bell. Turn your back against the winds.
The days, passing days. . I see the steeple and trace to the spire. And the sunset. Deepening red. Phoenix and the firefly. . And the time stops. Rush hour traffic slows.
Won't, won't let this city, won't let this city. Won't, won't let this city, won't let this city. (Won't let this city destroy our love). . Won't, won't let this city, won't let this city.