Allo Allo Vidish' veter
Nu I chto Posmotri v okno
Nu I chto
A vchera bylo solntse
Nu I chto
Zachem ty vse vremya
govorish' odno I tozhe
A ya avtootvetchik
This was an accident
Not the kind where sirens sound
Never even noticed
We're suddenly crumbling
Tell me how you've never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense
Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around
Staring at your photograph
Everything now in the past
Never felt so lonely I
Wish that you could show me love
Show me love, show me love
show me love Show me love
show me love
'Til you open the door
Show me love, show me love
show me love Show me love
show me love
'Til I'm up off the floor
Show me love, show me love
show me love Show me love
show me love
'Til it's inside my pores
Show me love, show me love
show me love Show me love
show me love
'Til I'm screaming for more
<Interlude>
Random acts of mindlessness
Commonplace occurrences
Chances and surprises
Another state of consciousness
Tell me nothing ever counts
Lashing out or breaking down
Still somebody loses 'cause
There's no way to turn around
Tell me how you've never felt
Delicate or innocent
Do you still have doubts that
Us having faith makes any sense
You play games, I play tricks
Girls and girls
but you're the one
Like a game of pick up sticks
Played by fin' lunatics
Show me love, show me love
show me love Show me love
show me love
'Til you open the door
Show me love, show me love
show me love Show me love
show me love
'Til I'm up off the floor
Show me love, show me love
show me love Show me love
show me love
'Til it's inside my pores
Show me love, show me love
show me love Show me love
show me love
'Til I'm screaming for more
Show me love, show me love
Give me all that I want
Show me love, show me love
Give me all that I want
Show me love, show me love
Give me all that I want
Show me love, show me love
'Till I'm screaming for more
cked down
and they put you first in line
And so you finally ask yourself
just how big you are
and take your place in a wiser
world of bigger motor cars
<Intelrude>
So Where the hell was Biggles
when you needed him
last Saturday
And where were all the sportsmen
who always pulled you though
They're all resting down
in Cornwall
writing up their memoirs
for a paper-back edition
of the Boy Scout Manual
See there! A man born