Never been one of the lonely
never been one of the weak
but you might as well get to know it
that taste so bitter and sweet

I got up to the window
I gazed down on the street
My mind was runnin on empty
Oh, why it had to be me
I was looking for cover, right down
the cyanide hole, Now I’m in
need of your power, out in the
cyanide cold

Dance the blues away, soon, stop the rain
you finally lose you way
don’t be afraid

Take a look at my case now
take a look and you’ll see
it all falls into place now
down to the very last piece

Now I hide in the cyanide hole,
I hide in the cyanide cold