Tied to the wall like a shadow
of the young man
with the bloody eyes
Sleep on that bed at the old flat
on the cold side
of the sheets and plead for a ride
Taking you and me in the run
taking you and me...
I have a knife in my left hand
in the shadows
crosses through your back
Light up your face with the dead fire
throught the ashes
of the last chance lost in the crowd
Taking you and me in the crowd
taking you and me...
I had a friend and i lost him
wasting reliance
taking the pieces
I had a night and i lost it
picking the crumbs up
the fleeting success