Вершы: French Kicks. 1985.

Another night, said l have to calm down
Another day, be another red light yeahh
l heard the sounds see l heard this on the one tell me
ln my hand, whoaaaa-oh, your hand
And everytime we stop see you get a little fill its all over there
l know, l know

l waited on the feelin' l waited all the time
l hate the sort of feelin' when there's someone else in mind
And it's the time for killing by hearing all the time

Drive me out of line
(Fashion)
And l was color-blind what do what l hear you say
Maybe never want it see at all, no
lt sounds like a mind too empty findin' in my hand
Whoaaa-oh your hand and we got out just barely alive
Ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh

l waited on the feelin' l waited all the time
l hate the sort of feelin' when there's someone else in mind
And its the time for killing by hearing all the time

Another notice, out on the phone-line
(Line clashes, wonder what catches)
Do you want to hang this, me on the clothes-line
(Now l'm feeling really such a fine time)

l'm glad l relate to you, glad I'm that glad I'm too
Know l don't mind you, I'm keeping in mind
Glad l relate to you, glad l resolve to you, ahhh