Come unto me my winter son

We could lie on the rails

And when the morning comes

We'll be miles away

Miles away



Slipping away while the city sleeps

Running away from this cruel disease

Miles away miles away



Modern boys modern boys

Hand in hand sick of the fear

Chasing away all the hungry years

We're the modern boys



Come onto me my sickly thing

We could lie on the rails

But to really win we'll just drive away, drive away



Yes, the world calls my international

So let the decades die, let the parties fall

And we'll be miles away, miles away

Because we'll be living like

Modern boys, modern boys



Hand in hand, sick of the fear

Chasing away all the hungry years



Into the night, under the stars

Jumping the lights in the silent cars

He's on your left, I'm on your right

It's so easy in the concrete night