Green light, Seven Eleven

You stop in for a pack of cigarettes

You don't smoke, don't even want to

I see you check your change

Dressed up like a car crash

The wheels are turning byt you're upside down

You say when he hits you, you don't mind

Because when he hurts you, you feel alive

Is that what it is?



Red lights, grey morning

You stumble out of a hole in the ground

A vampire or a victim

It depend's on who's around

You used to stay in to watch the adverts

You could lip synch to the talk shows



And if you look, you look through me

And if you talk it's not to me

And when I touch you, you don't feel a thing



If I could stay... then the night would give you up

Stay, and the day would keep its trust

Stay, and the night would be enough



Faraway, so close

Up with the static and the radio

With satelite television

You can go anywhere

Miami, New Orleans, London, Belfast and Berlin



And if you listen I can't call

And if you jump, you just might fall

And 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 trust

Stay with the demons you drowned

Stay with the spirit I found

Stay and the night would be enough



Three o'clock in the morning

It's quiet and there's no one around

Just the bang and the clatter

As an angel runs to ground

Just the bang and the clatter

As an angel hits the ground