Look at your face
It's so fortunately arranged
Don't look back
I can assure you that you won't like what you see


You step on my dreams
I could whisper
You intrude on me
I could whisper
You close in and I'm so uneasy

Hotel rooms, sweet dreams
Like slot machines that call it 'Love love'
A coin in the hole
You young things never stay young for longe


This edge in my voice
But there's really nothing much to say

To be continued...