Green light, 7-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   Your 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 no, 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, you talk at 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 enough      Faraway, so close   Up with the static and 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, then the day would keep its trust   Stay, with the demons you drowned   Stay, with the spirit I found   Stay, and the night would be enough      Three o'clock in the morning   It's quiet and there's no one around   Just the bang and the clatter   As an angel runs to ground   Just the bang and the clatter   As an angel hits the ground