Panic

My love, my love

I hope someday I find a way to talk to you

'Cause you're a star, the Brighton star

If you're one of them, then I suppose that you're ideal

I swear, I swear

My love, my love

I find somewhere a better place for you to stay

'Cause you're a star, I call you my star

If you get bored, if I'm naive, I'll let you go

I've got panic

It's a trick

But it's nice what a game

It's erotic

Automatic

What a game, what a mess

But someday I will surely find the way

It's bringing me down

Tonight, tonight

Tonight I sleep until the morning turns the light down

Something is wrong I'm never satisfied

Tonight, oh tonight I sleep until I die

I've got panic

It's a trick

But it's nice what a game

It's erotic

Automatic

What a game, what a mess

It's bringing me down it's bringing me down

I've got panic

It's a trick

But it's nice what a game

It's erotic

Automatic

What a game, what a mess