[Chorus]. Serenade, in rhythm and swing.. Serenade, the gift that we bring.. Serenade, youth runs wild with the beat in their hearts.. Dance a wild dance, be torn apart..
[Repeat: x3]. Reap the wild wind. . A finger points to show a scene. (Take my hand. Take my hand.). Another face where mine had been. (Take my hand. Take my hand.).
I see it every day. As children play. There's a future, watching, waiting. No-one can deny. The reasons why. We are hurting. Much more than believing.
Rockwrok. Rockwrok. Rockwrok. Rockwrokrockwrok. Blast off, the walls are down. Cast off, the wolves are out. Come on, there's no time, I can't wait. Rip off my clothes, I'm stripping yours.
Waiting, we were waiting. As the traffic moved through all our hearts and our heads. But things were different then. For the quiet men. . Shifting, things were shifting.
We sit and watch these lifeless forms. Stark and petrified. The high suspense of an empty stage drawing in clutching to its breast. With murmured words we sigh and focus on the main facade.
Visions of men never known. Never seen, never heard, never shown. Characters lying in wait. Responsible figures of fate. With memories and faces as long as their hate.
Moments like this. I wish that you were mine. And I find that all the tears that you have cried were mine. . How I long to hear you laughing now. And to feel the sun come breaking through the clouds.
All the boys are wearing blue tonight.. We'll thrive, we'll dive, how can we lose?. All the strangers walk like you tonight.. So tall, we fall for every move..
You think you're so safe and secure with your kind. But don't be surprised if you're losing this time. . Learn to stand on your own. Realise, and believe in yourself.
If the stack is high against you. And the hammer's coming down. And the time that's yours lies heavy in your hands. Oh my sentimental friend. The fast much reach an end.
We were so young, we were too vain.. Dance in the dark, sing in the rain.. Time on our hands, hope in our hearts.. . We were talking, passing strangers..
My sex. Waits for me. Like a mongrel waits. Downwind on a tight rope leash. . My sex. Is a fragile acrobat. Sometimes I'm a Novocaine shot. Sometimes I'm an automat.
In a quiet street washed by the rain, the room within the home.. A lonely man sits cheek to cheek, with unique designs in chrome.. The mellow years have long gone by, but now he sits alone..
I thought you knew me by now. Let the lights go on roaring. Someone's hand on my shoulder. Then whip past the turning point. There's time for the taking.
[Chorus]. A life as a stranger,. Hands through a wire,. Forbidden desires,. Are mine for life.. . Looking from a spiral staircase,. At a man with a suitcase,.
I found the perfect picture, of a perfect stranger.. It looked as if, it were taken in the forties sometime,. Judging by the style.. . He could be a killer or a blind man with a cane,.
Streets I knew were raining, changing. Addresses were rearranging. The cold boy from the suburbs, he left there. He'd read the book of no return. . And me, I burnt your picture.
Standing on my own. It didn't mean that much to me. I thought I had it all. I didn't see the mystery. I stood the test of time. I took the step to find.
Taking shelter by the standing stones. Miles from all that moves. Breathing solitude, seeking confidence. A gift to me. Feeling spirits never far removed.