Walk The White Line

(альбом: Back To The Centre - 1985)

Here come the footstep, here come that friend of mine
You'd think I'd know by now
Over my shoulder come the familiar line
Keeping me to my vow
Changing the roadsigns, dragging me here and there
Into the den of night
Touching my body, knowing I love the touch
So I don't know wrong from right
No I don't know wrong from right

Walk the white line!
Oh, it's fading away, fading away...

Too much needing leave you bleeding inside
Too much wanting bring you pain
When you're running out of places to hide
Get back to the centre, right back to the centre

You know the story... wanting to feel it all
Out on the streets till dawn
Watching her moving, feeling her eyes on you
Energy burning on
Wanting to have her, believing that's all it takes
To fill up the empty zone
How will you stand it, now that the feeling's gone
Leaving you on your own
Leaving you on your own?

Walk the white line!
Oh, it's fading away
That's the life line
Oh, it's fading away... fading away