Green light, Seven ElevenYou stop in for a pack of cigarettes
You don’t smoke, don’t even want toHey now, check your change
Dressed up like a car crashYour 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 aliveHey babe, is that what it is
Red lights, gray morningYou stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampirea victimIt depends on who’s around
You used to stay in to watch the advertsYou could lip synch to the talk shows
And if you look, you look through meAnd when you talk, you talk at me
And when I touch you, you don’t feel a thingIf I could stay...
Then the night would give you upStay...and the day would keep its trust
Stay...and the night would be enoughFaraway, so close
Up with the staticthe radioWith satellite televisionYou can go anywhere
Miami, New OrleansLondon, BelfastBerlinAnd if you listen I can’t call
And if you jump, you just might fallAnd 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 trustStay...with the demons you drowned
Stay...with the spirit I foundStay...and the night would be enough
Three o’clock in the morningIt’s quietthere’s no one around
Just the bangthe clatterAs an angel runs to groundJust the bang
And the clatterAs an angel Hits the ground