Trapped, no shield, no sword. The unbeaten path got my soul so sore. Allured by the lust, something money can't cure. The Devil want me as is, but God, He want more.
Today I passed you on the street and my heart fell at your feet. I can't help it if I'm still in love with you. Somebody else stood by your side and he looked so satisfied.
And the radio daze kept us in the dark. And the satellite age brings us to the light. Some feeling the pinch, some feeling the bite. They ain't ready to talk, they're ready to fight.
Welcome home nightly visions of heaven. I dance to footsteps up and down the alleyway. Walk to nowhere, hide behind and hour glass. Talk to you and hide amongst the clouds.