Someone stood beside me for a moments in the rain. A silhouette, a cigarette and a gesture of disdain. I felt a dark door open, saw a sudden ghost come through.
Your picture of yourself is a media myth. Underneath this floor we're on the edge of a cliff. Someone told me Jesus was the Devil's lover. While we masturbated on a magazine cover.
[Chorus]. Dangerous rhythm. Dangerous rhythm. Dangerous rhythm in the air. . Stranger to stranger. We're both dressed for danger. Something is generating here.