While the traffic hums
When the madness comes
As the wire buzzes
While the weary run
Like a flower that reaches out it's fingers to the rain
Like a bird that flies above the gutters and the graves
Open up your face
Open up your face
And move without a trace
You move without a trace
And the water's fine
As we drift away
Every single night
Every single day
Like a human cannonball who hears the match strike flame
Like a prisoner listening to the rumble of the train
Open up your face
Open up your face
And move without a trace
You move without a trace
And although you want me, I want you
You want me, I want you
You want me, I want you
When it's coming down,
Tropical rain
All the neighbors running out
On the street again
Like a cool wind blowing on some desert afternoon
Like the priest who kneels before his Mary in the gloom
Open up your face
Open up your face
And move without a trace
You move without a trace
And I know you want me, I want you
You want me, I want you
You want me, I want you