Song Lyrics

This a song Wim Wenders stole from the Beatles
We’re stealing it back

Green light, Seven Eleven
You stop in for a pack of cigarettes
You don’t smoke, don’t even want to
Hey now, so you check your change
Dressed up like a car crash
The wheels are turning but you’re upside down
You say when he hits you, you don’t mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive
Oh now, is that what it is?


Red lights, gray morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depends on who’s around
You used to stay in to watch the adverts
You could lip synch to the talk show


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 it’s trust
Stay… and the night would be enough


Faraway, so close
Up with the static and the radio waves
With satellite television
You can go anywhere
Miami, New Orleans
Sydney, to the rest of the world


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… and the day would keep its trust
Stay… with the spirit I found
Stay… with the demons you drown
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


There’s just the bang
And the clatter
As an angel
Hits the ground