Από το άλμπουμ Deep που κυκλοφόρησε το 1989
A strange kind of love, a strange kind of feelingSwims through your eyesAnd like the doors to a wide vast dominionThey open to your prize
This is no terror ground or place for the rageNo broken hearts, white wash liesJust a taste for the truth, perfect taste choice and meaningA look into your eyes
Blind to the gemstone aloneA smile from a frown circles roundShould he stay or should he go?Let him shout a rage so strongA rage that knows no right or wrongAnd take a little piece of you
There is no middle ground or that’s how it seemsFor us to walk or to takeInstead we tumble downEither side, left or rightTo love or to hate
