Gravitation Breakdown (Alphaville)

The smell of dying shadows, letters filled with flaring words Burnt to hell or ripped to pieces All the dreams that drove you crazy, all the love that you could give Thrown away and gone down the gutter And you need a place to go and you need a place to rest You need something to replace the black hole in your chest Down to the dancefloor and into the glaring lights It's a gravitation breakdown but it's alright Into the fire and on to the open space And you're twirling like a go-go and it's all night long... Venus' buggin' in your stomach, Mars is blazing in your eyes There are things you regret before you do them There's no way to shake off the pain now, there's no way to start again Just the hammer and the beating of the drums Where you dance nobody danced before you They can only stare at you As you're racing with the music to the end of the world Down to the dancefloor...