Why did you let me run, when you knew I'd fall
for the gaping hole where your heart should be
Liar-couldn't cut me deeper with a knife if you tried –
just take a look (before you run off and hide)
at your victim, arise
Clouds on you shoulder
aren't they grazed by the afterglow
How quiet they gather
When the storm is about to blow
Oh, no, don't look away
caught in the crossfire
and it ain't no wind of change
I'm talking of crime and passion's rage
Summer of madness or the undertow
dragged me up an alley for the blossoming fire
on a stranger's smile
Bride of wire-how disguise so easily cracked –
Saw your heart turn spade, this
orchid's turned to black
Graze on your shoulder
like the clouds in the afterglow
How quiet they gather
when the storm is about to blow
Oh, no, don't look away
Caught in the crossfire
and it ain't no wind of change
I'm talking of crime and passion's rage
Way down by the shoulder
in the haze of the afterglow
Stranded together
and the storm is about to blow
Oh, no, don't look away
Caught in the crossfire
and it ain't no wind of change
I'm talking of crime and passion
Don't look away
Caught in the crossfire
and it ain't no wind of change
I'm talking of crime and passion
Don't look away
Caught in the crossfire
and it ain't no wind of change
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