I want to run. I want to hide. I want to tear down the walls that hold me inside. I want to reach out and touch the flame–where the streets have no name.
I want to see sunlight on my face. I see the dust cloud disappear without a trace. I want to take shelter from the poison rain–where the streets have no name.
Where the streets have no name–we’re still building and burning down love, burning down love. And when I go there, I go there with You (it’s all I can do).
The city’s a flood and our love turns to rust. We’re beaten and blown by the wind. Trampled into dust. I’ll show you a place high on a desert plain–where the streets have no name.
Where the streets have no name–Still building and burning down love, burning down love. And when I go there, I go there with You (it’s all I can do) (it’s all I can do).
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