[Blackmore/White/Regan]. Well I'm moving faster close to the edge. As I smoka a pack of strong cigarettes. When my fears run dry you won't see me cry. Coz I know I got it coming. We touched the sun and went on our way. And we asked the stars to come out to play. But you said good night when they lost their light. And my world stopped spinning `round. What are we fighting for. Dontcha know that no one wins. What are we fighting for. Just give up and I'll give in. It's too late for tears. When the things you need are things you don't want. And you take the needle right to the point. I'd be heaven bound but you shoot me down. Leave me broke and bleeding on the killing floor.