10:15 Saturday night And the tap drips Under the strip light And I'm sitting In the kitchen sink And the tap drips Drip drip drip drip drip drip drip
We sit in the same room Side by side I give you the wrong lines Feed you Look into my eyes We both smile I could kill you Without trying That's accuracy
The sun rises slowly On another day The eastern sky grows cold Winter in water colours Shades of grey Something Something holds me hypnotized... I
most anything To get you back by my side But I just keep on laughing Hiding the tears in my eyes Because boys don't cry Boys don't cry Boys don't cry
Slowly fading blue The eastern hollows catch The dying sun Night time follows Silent and black Mirror pool mirrors The lonely place Where I meet you
Don't say what you mean You might spoil your face If you walk in the crowd You won't leave any trace It's always the same You're jumping someone else
Standing on a beach With a gun in my hand Staring at the sea Staring at the sand Staring down the barrel At the arab on the ground See his open mouth
your lips And I want you But don't try to hold me Because I don't want any ties You're just an object in my eyes But I don't mind I just don't care
Plastic passion is a hard to handle Plastic passion is a sold out scandal Oh! it's a plastic passion Plastic passion is the ladies lover Plastic passion
Midnight in the subway She's on her way home She tries hard not to run But she feels she's not alone Echoes of footsteps Follow close behind But she
Dressed in Berlin black I was only playing Disguise my words to fool you From what I was saying Mud trench Meat stench The Fatherland is looking on Grip
three piping nozzles! Please send off this leaflet Post it today... And if you knew Nothing could replace you If you were sane Your heart wouldn't ache
eyes And hold so tightly Scared of what the morning brings Waiting for tomorrow Never comes Deep inside The empty feeling All the night time leaves me Three imaginary boys
No light No people No speak No people No cars No people No food No people Stopped Short Grinding halt Everything's coming to a grinding halt No sound
most anything To get you back by my side But I just keep on laughing Hiding the tears in my eyes 'Cause boys don't cry Boys don't cry Boys don't cry
10.15 on a Saturday night And the tap drips Under the strip light And I'm sitting In the kitchen sink And the tap drips Drip, drip, drip Waiting for
Cherish this moment Feel inside We sit in the same room Side by side I give you the wrong lines Feed you Accuracy Accuracy Look into my eyes We both
