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