Duran Duran

To the voyeur, seated in a darkened room.
Do you thrill when the green light starts pulsing?
Paranoia, the only valid point of view.
If you know what I’m saying.
I’m not alone, being followed
someone always watching what we do
never alone, but I’m in the shadows
I dream things I don’t want you to know
something shifting between the sirens and the glow
of red lights and the blue slowly turning
the fog is lifting
a silhouette begins the show
then the moment is stolen