Из альбома: Johnny Foreigner vs Everything
Well I guess she’s got her claws in you
Your shirt’s all stained with blood
At least those talons held you up and over so you understood;
It never was the clubs you chose, the lines they let you cut
Let the gossip kids go fuck themselves
It’s all they’ll ever get
I guess its going to be a wasteland now you’re gone
I want to be sat in parks with girls in sunglasses and cocktails
I want the casual confidence grown through knowing your own streets
So close your eyes
(Burnt out on the bright lights)
This is Berlin, this is NYC
(Again!)
Oh close your eyes
(I get burnt out on the bright lights)
And tonight is all we have
But this… this is your summer
I want to get so displaced I don’t notice that the scenery’s shifting
Let the dusk cast shadows and shadows cast spells in your own streets
So close your eyes
(Burnt out on the bright lights)
This is Cape Town, this is Tokyo
(Again!)
Yeah close your eyes
(I get burnt out on the bright lights)
And tonight is all we have
You know how jealous exes get, you never stood a chance
Your old friends talk about it, they’re convinced that it was planned
For all your blushing sentiment, they’ll never understand:
You take the chance to get out while you can