Gonna write a little letter gonna mail it to me local d.j.. It's a jumpin little record I want my jockey to play. Roll over beethoven, gotta hear it again today.
[Rondat/Parry]. . Crystal drops of rain. I make a wish and hope... to die. . Is such a feeling very strange. I'm living my life. On borrowed time. . In this weird existence.
said it on a talk show. put it on a video. say it on the radio. but never let the truth show. acting in a feature. become a TV creature. put yourself in place.
Four walls, a ceiling, and a constant fear of the unknown.. Driven by a mother's instinct to protect her child,. her worst nightmares materialise before her very eyes..
underground overdrive. i blew the fuse. i blew my mind. kiss of life. overdrive. now now now now now now. underground overdrive. underground overdrive.
[Van der Laars/Parry]. . Known well and favoured. There's no limit to his charm. This illusive adversary, unforeseeable consequences. . Absurd behaviour, a macabre like frame of mind.
Just got back from the downtown palais. Where the music was so sweet. Knocked me right back in the alley. I'm ready, yeah, yeah, yeah, I'm ready. Oh, oh, oh, I'm ready and I'm really gonna rock tonight.
Life-Style just another headline. Life-Style stealing your time (?). are you ready?. are you ready?. Life-Style just another headline. Life-Style stealing your time (?).
Listen everybody let me tell you 'bout the rock'n'roll. Feel that rhythm and it's really gonna thrill your soul. She said come along with me, to a land of make believe.
you've come a long way from just TV. from a distant voice to ecstasy. now you need to know what's on my mind. can I break your heart with every time. she gives no love and won't let go.
[Parry]. . What you see you must not touch, what you see. What you want you cannot have, what you want. As Adam plucked the apple from the tree he never realised.
[all phrases repeated twice]. you've got the perfect pitch. for the universal language. esperanto musiko. la lingo futuro. you've got the perfect pitch.
A bunch of dead flowers, kept in a vase. And it's all that remind me of you. Why do I keep them, well might you ask. . They're all that remind me of you.
Under a moonless sky, I stood, I laughed, I cry. seasons turned to tears, as I fought the years. . This shattered soul of mine, has got a thousend sides.
I'm talking to you. I'm talking to you. ........ I'm talking to you. I'm talking to you. cut the superstition. let it all hang out. make a clear decision.
(Rain, rain go away, come again another day). . Early in the morning the sun was up and the sky was very blue. Without a warning as I looked out, my thoughts returned to you.
I hear those vioces repeating themselves. with words I've heard before. They're trying hard to break me down. while they are reaching out for more. I feel they're hands pushing all over.
Queen of the hours lies waiting for the wind. To blow away the veil of time. Slowly now the threads of age. Are starting to unwind. . Queen of the hours, along, along, along.