« There’s a wild wind blowing down the corner of my street, every night there, the headlights are glowing. There’s a cold war coming, on the radio I heard, baby, it’s a violent world. Oh, love, don’t let me go, won’t you take me where the street lights glow. I can hear it coming. I can hear the silent sound, now my feet won’t touch the ground. Time came a creeping, oh and time’s a loaded gun, every road is a ray of light, it goes on, time only can lead you on, still it’s such a beautiful night. Oh, love, don’t let me go, won’t you take me where the street lights glow. I can hear it coming, like a serenade of sound, now my feet won’t touch the ground. Gravity, release me and don’t ever hold me down. Now my feet won’t touch the ground.
Life in technicolor. »