love my way - the psychedelic furs

There's an army on the dance floor

It's a fashion with a gun, my love

In a room without a door

A kiss is not enough in

Love my way, it's a new road

I follow where my mind goes

They'd put us on a railroad

They'd dearly make us pay

For laughing in their faces and making it our way

There's emptiness behind their eyes

There's dust in all their hearts