There’s no sign of hope Looking through a telescope Beauty has a way of seeming unconcerned Rebels in the north Music is an evil force There’s nothing good that anyone can do or say
Taxi coming down the old Can road I won’t turn into a xenophobe
One hundred mortal souls Now you know what kindness is That he would sacrifice himself, for the love of her Good fortune has a face Found her in her hiding place A leather jacket left, in a dressing room
Walking down the boulevard Voltaire Was is fate that brought you here, or there, or anywhere
If you want to terrorise me Make me hate you in return Well love is stronger when it hurts
If you want to motivate me You’ll get what you deserve There are no words There are no words
In my distant hope I will write a melody And I will sing for you When I return It may not change a lot But I’ll give it everything I’ve got It will come to life, because of you