The Walk Lyrics

             I could be contended
             I don't need to suffer
             You're beautiful
             Good to talk to
             You make an impression
             To take my attention
             And when you touch my skin
             I smell disaster

             Step away - walk away
             All I want is the real thing
             (nothing but the real thing)

             Walking on pavements
             We collect in bars
             Asleep in the houses
             So alone -
             Looking inside herself
             She breaks the glass
             Turns her head backwards
             She's fallen down again