Print

Be at the clock at six Our chalk and cheese will mix The photo booth portrait looks reportage Tonight we are the exiled working class Authority and reason Are anarchy and treason To first lovers in a broken town I wish I had a clue I always feel so vague and what to do The city shrugs we know it's had its day The gas work shadows where we used to play If we had a chance we'd take it But would we recognise it Two first lovers in a broken town If I said let's go could we? I'm glad that you never stop me Kiss me Aus Songtexte Mania