Lost Angels

(álbum: Off The Record - 1977)

Infinity
Like time without a friend
Who'll sing the song, if melody should end
You're dead my friend

Lost angels, come and take control
Lost angels, gotta keep a hold on, hold on, hold on
Gotta get on back to the love in the street
Gotta get down 'cause I'm dead on my feet
Gotta get back to the love in the street
We're lost angels
Gotta choose the way to rock 'n' roll

Insanity
I can feel the knives inside my brain
I stand alone at the threshold of my pain

Lost angels, come and take control
Lost angels, gotta keep a hold on, hold on, hold on
Gotta get on back to the love in the street
Gotta get down 'cause I'm dead on my feet
Gotta get back to the love in the street
We're lost angels
Gotta choose the way

I see it now
All my friends inside my life appear before my eyes
(And I turn around)
And I turn in this space to see myself disappear

Lost angels, come and take control
Lost angels, gotta keep a hold on, hold on, hold on
Gotta get on back to the love in the street
Gotta get down 'cause I'm dead on my feet
Gotta get back to the love in the street
We're lost angels
Gotta choose the way

Gotta get on back to the love in the street
Gotta get down 'cause I'm dead on my feet
Gotta get back to the love in the street
We're lost angels
We're lost angels...