Green light, Seven Eleven    You stop in for a pack of cigarettes    You don't smoke, don't even want to    I see you check your change    Dressed up like a car crash    The wheels are turning byt you're upside down    You say when he hits you, you don't mind    Because when he hurts you, you feel alive    Is that what it is?       Red lights, grey morning    You stumble out of a hole in the ground    A vampire or a victim    It depend's on who's around    You used to stay in to watch the adverts    You could lip synch to the talk show hosts      And if you look, you look through me    And if you talk it's not to 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 satelite 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