win Desperados in love won't kill this sweet dove For nuggets of fleeting bliss C'mon, c'mon you can't escape The bleeding bullet of a kiss Here comes that golden feeling
(Gold-Lloyd-Echolette) Though this place is so crowded You feel so alone 'cause you're eye to eye with him And you know he will take you He's got nothing
Übersetzung: Alphaville. Golden Feeling.
