Green light Seven Eleven. You stop in for a pack of cigarettes. You don't smoke. Don't even want to. Hey now check your change. Dressed up like a car crash. The wheels are turning. But you're upside down. You say when he hits you. You don't mind. Because when he hurts you. You feel alive. Is that what it is?. Red light grey morning. You stumble out of a hole in the ground. A vampire or a victim. It depends on who's around. You used to stay in. To watch the adverts. You could lipsynch. To the talk shows. And if you look. You look through me. And when you talk. It's not to me. And when I touch you. You don't feel a thing. If I could stay. Then the night would give you up. Stay. Then the day would keep its trust. Stay and the night would be enough. Faraway so close. Up with the static and the radio. With satellite television. You can go anywhere. Miami New Orleans. London Belfast and Berlin. And if you listen. I can't call. And if you jump. You just might fall. And if you shout. I'll only hear you. If I could stay. Then the night would give you up. Stay. Then the day would keep its trust. Stay. With the demons you drowned. Stay. With the spirits I found. Stay. And the night would be enough. Three o'clock in the morning. It's quiet and there's no one around. Just the bang and the clatter. As an angel runs to ground. Just the bang and the clatter. As an angel hits to ground