Look at your face
Its so fortunately arranged
Dont look back
I can assure you that you wont like what you see

You step on my dreams
I could whisper
You intrude on me
I could whisper
You close in and Im so uneasy

Hotel rooms, sweet dreams
Like slot machines that call it love love
A coin in the hole
You young things never stay young for longe

This edge in my voice
But theres really nothing much to say
My conscience mends
I suppose it all meant something to you.

You step on my dreams
I could whisper
You intrude on me
I could whisper
You close in and Im so uneasy