I knew this would happen and I don´t want to be around when it gets out.
I´ve closed the last picture and painted the windows inside and out.
Give me your dreams and I´ll give you my time, together we´ll cross the borderline.
Voices-cracking the night, Voices-that cut like a knife, Voices-hear them singing: Ooh Ooh.
From sparks to the fire, from here to obsession they cover the end.
Twisting a match and see the reflexions of hunters of men.
Give me your dreams and I´ll give you my time until we make it to the borderline.
Voices-cracking the night, Voices-that cut like a knife, Voices-hear them singing.