The words played on around our heads

Perhaps we went too far

We'll soldier on until the end again



This clutching hand around my hand

So pitiful and frail

Makes bleeding hearts begin to beat again



Chorus:



We stand in a different light

That's cast upon this gigolo and gigolette

We stand with a different frame around us now

But when we talk we talk in time

We shine with profiles so strong and so clear

And when we move we move in time

Won't fade like pictures that come back again



Your propaganda touched my soul

Those thin and cherished words

A willing victim for the kill again



(Repeat Chorus 2 times)