Tekst:
Wall Of Voodoo The Index Masters

The end of the daydream The end of the side The end of relations The end of my mind The end of the shoreline The end of the heat The end of the cold The

A telepathic line to a shadow On the wall, just a passenger and that is all Taking off on a midnight flight The airline ticket in his hand held tight

When you're out on the street, he's a face in the crowd He's a voice in the back, and he's never very loud In a tribal mask, or a business suit He'll