Songtext von Dance On Your Own

Please young lover be wise And change your ways There's carnage in your mind And grace in your taste You travel to the golden coast someday Sell your shoes learn to runaway Where is your home? Lost on the road But it's you who's got to change With blood on your hands You polish your throne Carve me apart And throw all your stones Blame it on the times You cut out your heart And dance on your own Creep beyond the door And sink, in quicksand Freedom is in store Don't show your hand Travel to the furthest place you know Wave those arms learn to let this go Where is your home? Lost on the road But it's you who's got to change With blood on your hands You polish your throne Carve me apart And throw all your stones Blame it on the times You cut out your heart And dance on your own But waiting for love Is like waiting to die Oh they say enjoy the ride I'm still in line