The streets are protection To freeze your perfection
What if we could feel the power What if we worshipped the clown
The streets are affection Was this the right direction Tt's absents without leave What if we could feel the power What if we worshipped the clown And when we reach the darkest hour
Which way should I be going on And is there someone looking after When will I know if I have won Will I be looking back in laughter Don't know if I have just begun And what's my mission who's my rescuer
Maybe God would be around Maybe God would be around