"Look at your face It's so fortunately arranged Don't look back I can assure you that you won't like what you see You step on my dreams I could whisper You intrude on me I could whisper You close in and I'm 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 there's 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 I'm so uneasy"