In the starless night I can't feel your touchAlone in my bed I can't feel your touch
Though I try (I can't sleep tonight) I can't sleep tonightThough I try (I can't sleep tonight) I can't sleep tonight
In the starless night I can't feel your touchAlone in my bed I can't feel your touch
Though I try (I can't sleep tonight) I can't sleep tonightThough I try (I can't sleep tonight) I can't sleep tonight
In the starless night I can't feel your touchAlone in my bed I can't feel your touch
Though I try (I can't sleep tonight) I can't sleep tonightThough I try (I can't sleep tonight) I can't sleep tonight

Quit my day job,
The air feels electric,
Almost stumbled under the weight,
Dressed to the nines and I’m walking over,
Ready to see my best mates,
Blast my music the vibes are rocking me.

What kind of person should I be?
Let’s get some eyes on me,
Lets get it one, two, three.

Is it blue, is red,
The dream in your head,
Show me magic tricks,
Let me scratch that itch,
Will you flip the switch?
I’m spending my day,
Just dancing away,
Do you want to relate?
Do you?
I want to,
Here’s you invitation to my broad musical,
I don’t want a dress code,
Do you?
Don’t want to,
Get to the venue,
In your bodysuit,
Don’t try to confuse.

What kind of person should I be?
Let’s get some eyes on me,
Lets get it one, two, three.

Don’t stop, why don’t you let go,
Why don’t you get some,
Why don’t you
Gimme, gimme gimme gimme,
Don’t stop, why don’t you let go
Why don’t you get some
Why don’t you
Gimme, gimme gimme gimme.

Let’s get some eyes on me,
Let’s get some eyes on me,
Let’s get some eyes on me,
Let’s get it one, two, three.

Talk to the breeze
Take in the light
Here's a place to crash and crucify
God will see you later

See you tonight
So you will know
How you make a fire, breathing snow
Finger on the trigger
Eyes around a stripper

« This is the place I wanna die in ! »

Fakin' the tease
Spit in the sky
Lose it all the way, just be this guy
Devil, get your horns up

I see you fly
You see me flow
Stuck into the night birds' rodeo
Strangers in the corners
Crossing all the borders

Freak city
Sixty three
Enter and escape free

Freakin' sight
Skirts 'n tights
Barking at the moonlight

Take it easy, let the freak/beast in ya grow
Kiss a guy and call him Coco Bello
Freak city
Sixty three

I’m a day dreamer
I shoot for the stars
I’m a day dreamer
The stars align

Saddle on up for the ride
Get a little itch for the wild side
$10 for the tour,
I’ll be your guide
(Down in the wild)
Saddle on up for the ride
Get a little itch for a damn good time
1 for the road, you’ll be by my side
(Down in the wild)

I got serious conversations,
I got serious conversations,
I got some serious conversations.

No strangers,
Not delirious.

You can free your mind,
You can’t lose your time,
You can free your mind,
You can’t lose your time,
You can free!

I got serious conversations,
I got serious conversations,
I got some serious conversations.

No strangers,
Not delirious.

Should i have to StayI can’t get awayShould i have to stayi Can’t get awayShould i have to stayi Can’t get awayShould i have to stayi Can’t get away
Should i have to stayi Can’t get awayShould i have to stayi Can’t get away
Have to stayStay awayHave to staystay away

One … for joy!
And one … for sorrow.
One for the hand –
That takes mine tomorrow.
One for the passing stranger.
And one for all of us who loves us:
A little danger!
La la la, la la la!
And what for those who scoff at our fun?
Well, for them there shall be none!
And only some for those who save and never spend.
For why shall they have when they don't care
for the little things they get?
And lest they be slow to take what's so graciously offered –
Well there's only more for us,
for we're the ones who bother!
La la la, la la la!
One … for joy!
And one … for sorrow
One for the hand that takes mine tomorrow.
One for the passing stranger.
And one for all of us who loves us:
A little danger!
La la la, la la la!

Texarkana en route to New Orleans –
My baby fell from his bike.
And I was told he lay conscious;
And he knew death would arrive.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

From weeping trees blue bottles hang –
And southern grass come covered with mist.
Could he not stay on the road we paved?
The dirt devours those who fall adrift.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…

They took his body back to the Golden State;
Where his mother wept a sad goodbye.
And not a dry eye was to be seen –
Unless you looked into my eyes.

Ride, ride, ride, ride…