If you wanna be the heart of midnight You've gotta be either cynical or dead All those you hold in estimation You can no longer count among your friends
Your friends look to surprise you As friends they always will So hold on to the extraordinary - hold on to the skill And start the easy listening, we're coming home again Stab the back of hell and heroes until we meet again
Listen for the slamming doors Listen on the ship to shore Listen hard Everytime the dogs bark
Like a milk-cow servant turning over in his grave Turn off your headlights Show me you're gonna be the sheriff of my heart Heartbreaker, heartbreaker
The harder the woman The colder the heart of the man The harder the woman The colder the heart of the man
Listen for the slamming doors Listen on the ship to shore Listen hard Everytime the dogs bark
They're cowards of the moment who often miss their mark They're so resentful of the wisemen with a hunger for the dark So start the easy listening, we're coming home again Stab the back of hell and heroes until we meet again
Printer Friendly Version
