I knew this would happen and I don't want to be around when itgets out. I've closed the last picture and painted the windowsinside and out. Give me your dreams and I'll give you my time,together we'll cross the borderline / Voices - cracking thenight, voices - that cut like a knife, voices - hear themsinging: Ooh Ooh / From sparks to the fire, from here toobsession they cover the end. Twisting a match and see thereflections of hunters of men. Give me your dreams and I'll giveyou my time, until we make it to the borderline / Voices...