U2

Green light, seven eleven
You stop in for a pack of cigarettes
You dont smoke, dont even want to
I see you check your change
Dressed up like a car crash
The wheels are turning byt youre upside down
You say when he hits you, you dont mind
Because when he hurts you, you feel alive
Is that what it is?
Red lights, grey morning
You stumble out of a hole in the ground
A vampire or a victim
It depends on whos around
You used to stay in to watch the adverts
You could lip synch to the talk shows
And if you look, you look through me
And if you talk its not to me
And when I touch you, you dont feel a thing
If I could stay... then the night would give you up
Stay, and the day would keep its trust