| Screaming in silence | |
| fast on her feet | |
| nervously feeling fear on the street. | |
| No moving traffic | |
| only the odd wing in the air | |
| a shaft of light | |
| a strand of hair | |
| no time | |
| no time to despair. | |
| There's a cat among the pigeons | |
| there's a pain in her chest | |
| while the cat's among the pigeons there'll be no rest. | |
| Gasping for breath in the cold of the night | |
| patiently waiting for love at first sight. | |
| Yes is the answer | |
| but as the wind takes her hair | |
| a piston thrust | |
| a moment shared | |
| no time | |
| no time to despair. | |
| There's a cat among the pigeons | |
| there's a pain in her chest | |
| while the cat's among the pigeons he'll take the best. | |
| And the world keeps turning | |
| and the boy keeps learning | |
| who will be the one to put the cat among the pigeons now ? | |
| There's a cat among the pigeons | |
| there's a pain in her chest | |
| while the cat's among the pigeons there'll be no rest. | |
| There's a cat among the pigeons | |
| there's a pain in her chest | |
| while the cat's among the pigeons he'll take the best. | |
| There's a cat among the pigeons ! |