Panic (The Moog)

All the faces on the street Seem a bit threatening All eyes on you Wanting to find out what you think The tension grows You can't hold on and on and on Listen to a voice coming From the walls and ceilings It tells you never hope for any sweet loving The tension grows You can't hold on and on and on Oh you want it more you want it more You want it like you never did before Break out of town with a screaming sound Houses leaning on your head It's hard to understand Why you can't concentrate When you want it so bad The noise is loud There's no way out (around) Oh you want it more you want it more You want it like you never did before Step out of line It's time to fly