you got out every night
to shatter all the mirrors
you open all the doors
to find out
some pictures of yourself
you scatter each piece of you
in the earth of the city
diving into those
pretty lights
beating and singing
i'm so silly
i don't know what i'm living for
when you go
radio on your skin
follow the western dream
anything's good enough
to find out
some pictures of yourself
you walk along the shops
you image in the windows
singing i can take
what i want to take
'cause you know
i'm so silly
i don't know what i'm living for
when you go...