It broke my heart I had to go (Shit) I made a choice to see this out I lost it all You didn´t show
All you wanted was some violent form of love Immolate me (Oh Lor-) All I was looking for was colours blurred And words that I´d forget
And now I´m singing "Slow down Keep those feet on the ground I hope you´ll be home soon" Somehow we´ll figure out how to cope This is nothing we can´t There is nothing we can´t do, right
You lost your voice You couldn´t sing You couldn´t talk about it I stood and watched The summer shone, rain down our backs We didn´t care It was enough
All you wanted was some violent form of love (Love!) Immolate me (Violent, Vio—) Woah All I was looking for was colours blurred And nights that I´d forget
Now I´m singing "Slow down Keep your feet on the ground I hope I´ll be home soon"
Somehow we figured out how to cope This is nothing we can´t There is nothing we can´t do, right?
[ Children singing an interpolation of Linstead Market] Oh, Lord, what a night, what a night What a Saturday night Lord, what a night, what a night What a Saturday night
Everybody come feel up, feel up What their mumma no bring Everybody come feel up, feel up What their mumma no bring
Oh, Lord, what a night, what a night What a Saturday night
Lord, what a night, what a night What a Saturday night (Aww)