Don’t take it for granted And when it happens It’s time to write your story Love is a temple No matter how and what it takes, to be there No fear that can’t be won by love There’s nothing that I can do I’ve set my mind on you The more that I see you’re

Prove it all night I'll prove it all night Girl there's nothing else that we can do And girl I'll prove it all night for you I've been working real hard, trying to get my hands clean We'll drive that dusty road from Monroe to Angeline To buy you a gold

There's nothing to say now The feelings are already dead (they're dead) And I don't believe there's a way now All that is said has been said (been said) I'm waiting for another day, another way I don't believe that you can make all the pain go away So

There's no slowing down now I'm a runaway train My pistons are pounding Brakes are screaming your name And when there's nothing but wreckage and flames And your misery is all that remains I'll feel human again But I'm a runaway train I always knew that

We're only getting older baby And I've been thinking about it lately Does it ever drive you crazy Just how fast the night changes? Everything that you've ever dreamed of Disappearing when you wake up But there's nothing to be afraid of Even when the

But everyday I say I'll try To make my heart be still Ourselves to sleep, we will You'll never know, no, no, no ,no ,no 'Love can make you do things you never dreamed possible' I got lost, couldn't find my way And I guess there's nothing more to say Love

Whoa oh oh oh oh, Mona Lisa Say what you mean Tell me I'm right And let the sun rain down on me Give me a sign I want to believe You're guaranteed to run this town I'd pay to see you frown There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for

Vogue, vogue, vogue Come on, vogue Strike a pose, there's nothing to it (Move to the music) Strike a pose Don't just stand there Don't, don't, don't just stand there Let your body move to the music You know you can do it

Is on their feet Get a little crazy and forget what happens later We made it through the week Now we're headed to the street It's Monday and I hear you when you said that you hate that day Me too but there's nothing much about we can do

And there's nothing wrong with me This is how I'm supposed to be In a land of make believe That don't believe in me City of the dead At the end of another lost highway Signs misleading to nowhere City of the damned Lost children with dirty faces today