Life In Technicolor ii (Prospekt’s March Version)

There's a wild wind blowing
Down the corner of my street
Every night there, the headlights are glowing
There's a cold war coming
On the radio, I heard
baby, it's a violent world

Oh love, don't let me go
Won't you take me where the street lights glow?
I can hear rain coming
I can hear the sirens sound
Now my feet won't touch the ground

Time came a-creepin'
Oh, and time's a loaded gun
Every road is a ray of light
It goes o-oo-oon
Time only can lead you on
Still, it's such a beautiful night

Oh love, don't let me go
Won't you take me where the street lights glow?
I can hear rain coming
Like a serenade of sound
Now my feet won't touch the ground

Gravity, release me
And don't ever hold me down
Now my feet won't touch the ground