Come on to me
My winter son
we can lie on the rails
And when the morning comes...
We'll be miles away, miles away
Slipping away while the city sleeps,
Running away from this cruel disease
miles away, miles away
Modern boys, modern boys
Hand in hand, sick of the fear
Chasing away all the hungry years
with the modern boys
Come on to me my sickly thing,
We can lie on the rails
But to really bring
we'll just drive away, drive away
Yes, the world, it calls
My International
Let's decades die, let the parties fall
and we'll be miles away, miles away
Cos we'll be living like
Modern boys, modern Boys
hand in hand, sick of the fear
chasing away all the hungry years
with the modern boys
Into the night, under the stars
jumping the lights in the silent cars
He's on your left, I'm on your right
It's so easy in the concrete night