The pearls will drop
at the end of the line
every morning.
Just a little bit closer,
and with a loose touch I'm here to watch you. Let's share the stare and turn off the radio.

Downtown skies... (Play on our fears)
are coming... (They knew where the cancer grows)
like white horse... Riders are mysterious...

The pearls will drop
at the end of the line
every morning. Just a little bit closer,
and with a loose touch I'm here to watch you.
Let's share the stare and turn off the radio.

Downtown skies... (Play on our fears)
are coming... (They knew where the cancer grows)
like white horse... Riders are mysterious...

Reach out, a porcelain touch disguised with fingertips below us.

Downtown skies...
are coming...
like white horse...
riders are mysterious...

Downtown skies... (Mother of all w____s, Mourn her)
are coming... (Dressed with pearls)
like white horse... (Drunk with the blood of saints)
riders are mysterious... (she is dead and burning).

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THE CLASH Capital Radio Two Lyrics
Melanie C Living Without You Lyrics