Look at your face

It's so fortunately arranged

Don't look back

I can assure you that you won't like what you see



You step on my dreams

I could whisper

You intrude on me

I could whisper

You close in and I'm so uneasy



Hotel rooms, sweet dreams

Like slot machines that call it 'Love love'

A coin in the hole

You young things never stay young for longe



This edge in my voice

But there's really nothing much to say

My conscience mends

I suppose it all meant something to you.



You step on my dreams

I could whisper

You intrude on me

I could whisper

You close in and I'm so uneasy