| Green light, seven eleven | 
| You stop in for a pack of cigarettes | 
| You don’t smoke, don’t even want to | 
| Hey now, check your change | 
| Dressed up like a car crash | 
| Your wheels are turning but you’re upside down | 
| You say when he hits you, you don’t mind | 
| Because when he hurts you, you feel alive | 
| Ou, is that what it is | 
| Red lights, gray morning | 
| You stumble out of a hole in the ground | 
| A vampire or a victim | 
| It depends on who’s around | 
| You used to stay in to watch the adverts | 
| You could lip synch to the talk shows | 
| And if you look, you look through me | 
| And when you talk, it’s not to me | 
| And when I touch you, you don’t feel a thing | 
| If I could stay | 
| Then the night would give you up | 
| Stay and the day would keep its trust | 
| Stay and the night would be enough | 
| Faraway, so close | 
| Up with the static and the radio | 
| With satellite television | 
| You can go anywhere | 
| Miami, new Orleans | 
| London, Belfast and Berlin | 
| And if you listen I can’t call | 
| And if you jump, you just might fall | 
| And if you shout, I’ll only hear you | 
| If I could stay | 
| Then the night would give you up | 
| Stay then the day would keep it’s trust | 
| Stay with the demons you drowned | 
| Stay with the spirit I found | 
| Stay and the night would be enough | 
| Three o’clock in the morning | 
| It’s quiet and there’s no one around | 
| Just the bang and the clatter | 
| As an angel runs to ground | 
| Just the bang | 
| And the clatter | 
| As an angel | 
| Hits the ground |