Lyrics:

Stevie said now don't look round they're watching usTwo girls in the corner of that dodgy clubAnd the grey eyes, the
storm that I've come to know and wish forBefore I caught a breath, well, she was standing there.We walked the streets of our
town just talkingAnd the dawn broke grey and freezing through the deserted blocksJust when your life is stale and there's rea
son there for everythingSomething comes to kick you up insideEleven sweet years and no nearer homeA hundred thousands miles
through this battle zoneStill high on the wire above the hollow darknessTrying not to look downNo Rest for the wicked is st
ill how it goesTwisted up and turning in my bed aloneAnd separation pains like a blunted amputationPushing endless coins in
the telephoneEleven sweet years and no nearer homeA hundred thousands miles through this battle zoneStill high on the wire a
bove the hollow darknessTrying not to look downSo rest in these open arms and lie until they come for youAnd tell me everyt
hing you've ever felt, tell me everything you want to see . . .Forever running even when we are standing stillDriven on and
fired up as the whirlwinds blowAnd shouting out inside