Intro:
More than once - I really tried.
To just imagine - what it's like.
Only moments - then it's gone.
Never stay away too long.
Safe's a present, safe is a grave.
Safe's a lady, without a name.
Safe means never, taking a chance.
On a little of this - and a little of that
Oh we've all done so much - of this and that.
Some they get bored - some never come back.
Some they get frightened - with no one to blame.
Just a kiss and a gamble - again and again
Chorus;
Oh but really - i'll never tire of these fast streets.
Maybe the bright lights. Maybe got used to the pain.
Still burns the fire - the start of favorite dark treats.
All the stime stumbling - through the again and again.
All the time stumbling - through the again and agai.
We stay fascinated - in the mirror it shows.
Hard lines on our eyes, and deep in our souls.
Like in some Russian novel
We're half hero - half crazed.
All the time stumbling - through the again and again.
All the time time stumbling - through the again and again
Oh but really, I'll never tire of these fast streets
Maybe the bright light - maybe got used to the pain.
Still burns the fireat the start of favorite dark treats.
All the time stumbling - through the again and again.
All the time stumbling - through the again and again.....
More than once - I really tried.
To just imagine - what it's like.
Only moments - then it's gone.
Never stay away too long.
Safe's a present, safe is a grave.
Safe's a lady, without a name.
Safe means never, taking a chance.
On a little of this - and a little of that
Oh we've all done so much - of this and that.
Some they get bored - some never come back.
Some they get frightened - with no one to blame.
Just a kiss and a gamble - again and again
Chorus;
Oh but really - i'll never tire of these fast streets.
Maybe the bright lights. Maybe got used to the pain.
Still burns the fire - the start of favorite dark treats.
All the stime stumbling - through the again and again.
All the time stumbling - through the again and agai.
We stay fascinated - in the mirror it shows.
Hard lines on our eyes, and deep in our souls.
Like in some Russian novel
We're half hero - half crazed.
All the time stumbling - through the again and again.
All the time time stumbling - through the again and again
Oh but really, I'll never tire of these fast streets
Maybe the bright light - maybe got used to the pain.
Still burns the fireat the start of favorite dark treats.
All the time stumbling - through the again and again.
All the time stumbling - through the again and again.....
