Alphaville Gravitation Breakdown
The smell of dying shadows, letters filled with flaring
words
Burnt to hell or ripped to pieces
All the dreams that drove you crazy, all the love that
you could give
Thrown away and gone down the gutter
And you need a place to go and you need a place to rest
You need something to replace the black hole in your
chest
Down to the dancefloor and into the glaring lights
It's a gravitation breakdown but it's alright
Into the fire and on to the open space
And you're twirling like a go-go and it's all night
long...
Venus' buggin' in your stomach, Mars is blazing in your
eyes
There are things you regret before you do them
There's no way to shake off the pain now, there's no way
to start again
Just the hammer and the beating of the drums
Where you dance nobody danced before you
They can only stare at you
As you're racing with the music to the end of the world
Down to the dancefloor...
