Автор: Mr. Strange

It`s not the morning It`s not the dawn The daylight savings reminds me of the fall I`d like to stay

Lights out all night I`ve been lying there Shiverin` and shakin` Heart full of fear Everything`s gettin` much too clear

The city`s the bitch We`re its misfit kids Raised on the streets When we cut honey We bleed Dancin` on

i`m crawlin` back to you like a rattlesnake i`ve got poison runnin` thru burnin` down alive without you my dear

Hey what`s a matter with you Why doncha dance or groove Is it something in the air Bless my soul

You`ve got a savage look in your eyes pretty little stranger girl Too late to turn away you dragged me

So you like the evil and the ghosts Demon spirits more than most Little miss spookiness Loves to get scared

She got a sweet funky power machine Shinin` chrome if you know what I mean Speedin` the ride up to

I saw a ghost on the highway Bleeding on the road He said an empty heart is always stone-cold [chorus]

We`re like two fingers of the same hand The hand of fate writing on the sand What does it matter