Lyrics: The Walk
Album: Sweet Dreams (are Made Of This
Artist: Eurythmics
 

I could be contended
I don’t need to suffer
You’re beautiful
Good to talk to
You make an impression
To take my attention
And when you touch my skin
I smell disaster

Step away – walk away
All i want is the real thing
(nothing but the real thing)

Walking on pavements
We collect in bars
Asleep in the houses
So alone –
Looking inside herself
She breaks the glass
Turns her head backwards
She’s fallen down again