You want the streets at midnight 
You want to shine in dim light 
Those walks are made for poets 
Don’t look like you don’t know it 

You want a soul survivor 
You want a beauty parlour 
A face to last forever 
No blues can lose the colour 

 Don’t worry about it, baby 
It all makes sense in the end… 

Oh baby, don’t you know 
– Oh oh oh oh oh oh 
When things are gettin’ slow 
– Oh oh oh oh oh oh 

Make a crazy prediction 
Melt the facts with the fiction 
Underground with perfection 
Baby, make the connection 
Another 20 BPM in your life 
Is all right 

You want the diamond clover 
You want the bossa nova 
You never end the swayin’ 

Until you won me over 
You dream under the pillow 
You write your name in silver 
On walls prepared for poets 

Don’t look like you don’t know it 
Oh baby, don’t you know 
– Oh oh oh oh oh oh 
When things are gettin’ slow 
– Oh oh oh oh oh oh 

Make a crazy prediction 
Melt the science with fiction 
Underground with perfection 
Honey, make the connection 
Another 20 BPM in your life 
Is all right