Boomerang
On a lonely street, on a rainy night
You'd belong to me, not to yourself or somebody else
And love is a train that never stops
And all of the stations are parts of the cross
Surrender of your lips, the torture of your kiss
No sweeter sacrifice could open up your eyes
When the land of milk and honey ran dry
Every shooter's chasing every shadow
And at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near
And at my back I always hear
You'd belong to me, not to yourself or somebody else
And love is a train that never stops
And all of the stations are parts of the cross
Surrender of your lips, the torture of your kiss
No sweeter sacrifice could open up your eyes
When the land of milk and honey ran dry
Every shooter's chasing every shadow
And at my back I always hear
Time's winged chariot hurrying near
And at my back I always hear
Credits
Writer(s): Clint Boon, Craig Gill, Thomas Hingley, Graham Lambert, Martyn Walsh
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