Stop... Been wrong so many times before Was always laying down the law And all attractions ware a bore They led me back to you Uniforms were an allergy They never felt quite right to me They conjured wartime Germany Ang God knows we need that Temptation boundaries does vener know The time when my morale was low The circumstances always show The place was yours or mine Carrying no cross before me With no prze no to idolize no story To hell of adolescent glory Just void... empty spaces nothing to show No point of reference to place to go But one thing I'd ignored and so The light came shining through INSTRUMENTAL I've been wrong so many times before Was always laying down the law One thing you cannot ignore Bad boys can come clean Emotions I could not control Illuminate my heart and soul I saw a light, I scored a goal And what price peace of mind?