Down

The way you talk about your little revolution
Smile on your lips
Passion to always change your style.

Way we talk in the spotlights
In the moonlight, beneath the mist
In the smoke of cigarettes, under the starlit sky
I'll remember.

Things I have done, things to do
New ways, that I have seen in you
They tickle my senses away.

Way we walk down this road
This boulevard, downtown streets
Wrong side of tracks, upside down
Towards the skid row on our fancy shoes.

Down, down, down we go
So don't you worry what I might not know
Down, down the street
To other side of you.

And so I think again about

Things I have done, things to do
New ways, that I have seen in you
They tickle my senses away.

Tickle my senses away.

Tickle me away.