Stina Nordenstam. Dynamite. Down Desire Avenue. Zeneszám

Down Desire Avenue
Where all the pilots go
Line in a bar when day is through
Keeping the world in place below

Tall second rated moviestars
Step from their overcoloured truth
Out through a side door right into
Desire Avenue

Empty faces, silly walks
Coming in from the tight-rope dance
Men judging balance above all
Looking down on their shaking hands

It's coming up, it's hard to breathe
And I think of you
I'm going down but nothing's cheap
Down Desire Avenue

One bite of cold and one of heat
A sip of lust, a sip of pain
A careless way to cross the street
That is the way to play this game

Now is a red-hot piece of coal
Thrown right at you
This isn't courage anymore
Down Desire Avenue