Paints a trace of sadness Sweet, sweet is the night When the day is done and there's nowhere to run And the people of the city have all lost and won In your city dress you stand and stare And you smoke another cigarette and comb your hair And the light

I won't give up Don't talk of giving up I won't give it up--Love this world And still I find you No thoughts of giving up oh no no no no no If there should be the faintest traces Of you in my summer sky My heart would pound and race And people ask me why

First Verse I am yours. However distant you may be, There blows no wind but wafts your scent to me, There sings no bird but calls your name to me. Each memory that has left its trace with me Lingers forever as a part of me. I am yours.

Up here in space I'm looking down on you My lasers trace Everything you do You think you've private lives Think nothing of the kind There is no true escape I'm watching all the time I'm made of metal

First Verse I am yours. However distant you may be, There blows no wind but wafts your scent to me, There sings no bird but calls your name to me. Each memory that has left its trace with me Lingers forever as a part of me. I am yours.

They never will know They never will find In the furnace Charring the flesh The body is ash Burning the corpse Consumed by the flames There is no trace Stab the knife into the face and then wrench the blade inside