While the traffic hums When the madness comes As the wire buzzes While the weary run Like a flower that reaches out its fingers to the rain Like a bird that flies above the gutters and the graves
Open up your face Open up your face And move without a trace You move without a trace
And the water's fine As we drift away Every single night Every single day Like a human cannonball who hears the match strike flame Like a prisoner listening to the rumble of the train
Open up your face Open up your face And move without a trace You move without a trace
Then I'll know you want me, I want you You want me, I want you You want me, I want you...
And it's coming down Tropical the rain All the neighbours running out On the street again Like a cool wind blowing through desert after noon Like the priest who kneels before his Mary in the gloom
Open up your face Open up your face And move without a trace You move without a trace
Then I'll know you want me, I want You want me, I want you You want me, I want you...