N. Geraldo, M. Grombacher)
Cold sweat, sweat it out in the land of the midnight sun
Walk it off, sort it out, figure out what you're running from
I'm all alone on the outside of town
[Twilight, I become a roaming soul, the stronghold in the arm], outta control
It's late at night and no one's around
Walking in the underground
Night calls, and the sound marks the start of the masquerade
Sirens blash, stain the glass as you pass in the street parade
[Blues chase losers all] double parked
Faces marked like kites on the bottom of the depth
Reading the future, no one expects
They don't look up as they shuffle down
Walking in the underground, ooh walking in the underground
Walking in the underground
(Solo)
Cold sweat, sweat it out in the land of the midnight sun
Walk it off, sort it out, figure out what you're running from
Nobody's children, more lost and found
Play the shadows like dutiful dogs
Back there in moonlight, steppin' on stones
A silent dance to an empty sound
Walking in the underground, walking in the underground
Ooh walking in the underground, yeah walking
(Walking)
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