Please don't leave Then I think of the start And it echoes a spark And I remember the magic electricity Then I look in my heart There's a light in the dark Still a flicker of hope that you first gave to me That I wanna keep I'm afraid that what we had is

I hear echoes of a thousand screams As I lay me down to sleep There's a black hole deep inside of me Reminding me, that I that I've lost my backbone Somewhere in Stockholm I lost my backbone, somewhere in Stockholm That's me right there on the corner,

Just one last time Even though it hurts I can’t slow down Walls are closing in and I hit the ground With “there’s no tomorrow” echo in my mind This is the end station But I can’t move away from you This is the edge of patience But you’ll prove yourself

They will follow the echo, echo, echo, echo Oh, all around the World, There's an echo As he takes a bow And they all know all the girls, the boys They chase the noise Through the highs and through the lows Classical poems Battle my own demons

But maybe not tonight. But baby not tonight. Echoes of another time Playing lightly on my mind There's many rivers still cross To temper bitterness and loss, Though what you say is true This might be it for me and you Maybe we can draw that line

And now you're just a ghost When I look back never would have known that You could be so cold Like a stranger vanish like a vapor There's just an echo where your heart used to be Now I see it clearly And there's just a pillow where your head used to

Be my friend, hold me Wrap me up, unfold me I am small, I'm needy Warm me up and breathe me Help, I have done it again I have been here many times before Hurt myself again today And the worst part is there's no one else to blame Ouch, I have lost myself

We'll put the speakers in the window and we'll go On the roof and listen to the miracles Echo to the alley down below There's a soul in the city Bring over some of you old Motown records Bring over some of your old Motown records Let's dance together

In a razor town You take whoever you think you can keep around. There's an echoed sound That permeates the sidewalk where she shuffles 'round. It's a big machine. It used to be the avenue of changing dreams. She's a lonely thing, Sweeping up the glitter