There’s on army on the dance floor
It’s a fashion with a gun my love
In a room without a door a
Kiss is not enough in

Love my way it’s a new road
I follow where my mind goes

They’d put us on a railroad
They’d dearly make us pay
For laughing in their faces and
Making it our way there’s
Emptiness behind their eyes
There’s dust want to steal us all and
Take us all apart
But not in

So swallow all your tears my love
And put on your new face
You can never win or lose if
You don’t run the race

Letra enviada por Allan Mendes