Somewhere in a lonely hotel room, there’s a guy starting to realize that eternal fate has turned its back on him. It’s 2 AM.
The fear is gone. I’m sittin’ here waiting. The gun’s still warm. Thinking my connection is tired of taking chances. Yeah, there’s a storm on the loose, sirens in my head. Wrapped up in silence, all circuits are dead. Cannot decode – my whole life spins into a frenzy.
Help, I’m stepping into the Twilight Zone. The place is a madhouse, feels like being cloned. My beacon’s been moved under moon and star. Where am I to go now that I’ve gone too far. Soon you will come to know. When the bullet hits the bone.
I’m fallin’ down a spiral, destination unknown. A double-cross messenger, all alone. Can’t get no connection, can’t get through, where are you? Well the night weighs heavy on his guilty mind. This far from the border line. And when the hitman comes he knows damn well he has been cheated. And he says …
(c) Golden Earing