The Walk - Eurythmics, Annie Lennox, Dave Stewart

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