Beatsteaks

I need a home
I need a shelter
I need a run
I need a push
a push up the wall
who's selling love
love for a lover
I'm a sranger
in one hand a gun
in one hand a fire
you come around
infecting though
carried away
caught up in you
aware of nothing
you break it down
you're quite everything
quite everything
another day
walk down the alley
a fucked up alley
it always leads me
to your door
I needed bliss
not disappointment
just for a while
just for a day
just for a while