I'm the night-sky I'm the fire in your eyes And I want you Now and for all time I'm the cold heart I'm the secret that you hide I'll be listening until you decide I will carry you and give you life I will cover you and show you the way

Move like you do Like you love to Legs and your hips Live old Moonlyn When that song hits Damn, you turnin' loose Stars of the southern sky Buzz of the fire and ice M-O-V-E, I love it yeah, I love it when you get that deed

Skyscrapers, earth movers, ground breakers We are justice fighters with faces of fire Fight the avalanche You'll be buried every time We run and run and run Little do we know We have only what we're given Our footsteps, bringing purpose, changing history

(La la, la la, la la la la) In the night there is something wild Here in my place and time And here in my own skin I can finally begin Let the century pass me by, standing under the night sky Tomorrow means nothing I was only a child then Feeling barely

Under the stars I'm awaken To the sound of a firebird Under the sky I'm half-naked, oh, oh We started at the cinema Tear of dancing, hands in the wind Rizlas, rolling up a cigarette The boys are calling shotgun again Hot, bloody like a harlequin I hear

Through a dark and desolate valley he walks Pale, flickering fires light the way Along an ice cold river lies his path The sky is of darkest grey A cold wind pierce through his bones And the sharp rocks cut his feet His clothes and skin are ripped by

Farewell, Angelina, the bells of the crown Are being stolen by bandits, I must follow the sound The triangle tingles and the trumpets play slow Farewell, Angelina, the sky is on fire and I must go There's no need for anger, there's no need for blame

Sky's on, fire The stars come Attempted to warn you Pay no mind to what the doubters all say I'mma be around for ever, always You can bet on it You know I, tried to

I ain't living with the ghost No future living in the past Tomorrow wasn't built to last How can I scream, I'm scared to breathe I wrote each word, you gave the toast But we were fire and gasoline Marry me to the blue sky Bury me in that long last drop

Smoke on the water, fire in the sky Smoke on the water We all came out to Montreux On the Lake Geneva shoreline To make records with a mobile We didn't have much time Frank Zappa and the Mothers Were at the best place around But some stupid with a flare