you got out every night
to shatter all the mirrors
you open all the doors
to find out
some pictures of yourself

you scatter each piece of you
in the earth of the city
diving into those pretty lights
beating and singing

i'm so silly
don't no what i'm living for

then you go

radio on your skin
follow the western dream
anything's good enough
to find out
some pictures of yourself

you walk along the shops
you image in the windows
singing i can take
what i want to take
'cause you know

i'm so silly
don't no what i'm living for

then you go