Thriller
Annie's Song

Dry your eyes you're much to pretty to cry
You should be more concerned with the gu-hoverment
Not how your packet's spent at the counter store

In the neo glow of the city at night
Rain falls down on the wind screen
Reminding us of places we've never been

The cars on their way to a club
Or perhaps a party that we're not invited to
What are people like we to do?

We both know how this night will end
You and I sweetness back at the bedsit
Alone again

My feelings aside I told you some lies
But then again I'm just using you
And you're using me too -- it's okay,

Maybe they just don't understand us
Or maybe they do
Or maybe just you

In a city like this so dependent on petrol
Life in cars is so pedestrian
And we want to live again

And again and again and again
We want to live again
And again and again and again
And I want to die...
...or maybe just you