Don't you go to turn around i know the moon hands tied us Can you find where hides the love Breathing down your neck... Someone's found a way I see the moon, the moon sees All that i do is twist in the unreal Someone's found a way To break into my mind live's a gun that's always pointing live's a gun that's pointing in my face I like... The street, the smells The sense of the underworld Sometimes you come face to face with yourself