ΑΧΧΧ*τουνγκ*ΜΠΕΡΛΙΝ

Green light, Seven Eleven
You stop in for a pack of cigarettes
You don't smoke, don't even want to

Hey now, check your change
Dressed up like a car crash
Your wheels are turning but you're upside down

You say when he hits you, you don't mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive
Hey babe, is that what it is

Red lights, gray morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground

A vampire or a victim
It depends on who's around

You used to stay in to watch the adverts
You could lip synch to the talk shows

And if you look, you look through me

And when you talk, you talk at me

And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing

If I could stay... Then the night would give you up

Stay...and the day would keep its trust

Stay...and the night would be enough

Faraway, so close
Up with the static and the radio

With satellite television
You can go anywhere

Miami, New Orleans
London, Belfast and Berlin

And if you listen I can't call

And if you jump, you just might fall

And if you shout, I'll only hear you

If I could stay... Then the night would give you up

Stay...then the day would keep its trust

Stay...with the demons you drowned

Stay...with the spirit I found

Stay...and the night would be enough

OOOooo ouuuuuuuuu

Three o'clock in the morning
It's quiet and there's no one around

Just the bang and the clatter
As an angel runs to ground