| 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 | |
| The 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 | |
| Oh, 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 sync 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 alive | |
| Faraway, so close | |
| Up with the static on 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 and the day would keep its trust | |
| Stay with the demons you drowned | |
| Stay with the spirit I found | |
| Stay and the night would be alive | |
| Three o'clock in the morning | |
| It's quiet and there's no one around | |
| Just a bang and a clatter | |
| As an angel runs to ground | |
| Just a bang and a clatter | |
| As an angel hits the ground |