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

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