Cold Streets

I hear the cold streets calling me.

I hear the cold streets call my name.

I feel the dark tide swallow me,

And now the black ink covers me.

Woah. Woah.

My mind won't stop sreaming,

'Cause I don't feel so alive.

This is wrong, not right.

I'm all alone tonight and I'm still dreaming.

When will the cold streets fade away?

When will the sun come back again?

In all the back streets and alleyways,

I see the cold streets night and day.

Woah. Woah.

My mind won't stop screaming.

Wake me up from dreaming,

'Cause I don't feel so alive.

This is wrong, not right.

I'm all alone tonight and I'm still dreaming...

'Cause I don't feel so alive.

This is wrong, not right.

I'm all alone tonight.

I'm all alone tonight.

Woah. Woah.

'Cause I don't feel so alive.

This is wrong, not right.

I'm all alone tonight and I'm still dreaming...

'Cause I don't feel so alive.

This is wrong, not right.

I'm all alone tonight.

I'm all alone tonight.