In a hotel room In the same old town I wait for you Where we never did belong Somebody broke into my car To hear the engine run And to see how long it takes To get far, far away On a quiet dead end street Breaks a drunken revelry Somebody screams I can't be sure Of that the voice is not yours In a hail of bullets I am sure That the voice is yours Another sleepless night In the same old town Let the cameras roll As the neighbours fight Was it a tear gas grenade? That broke the tears fom her eyes? Was it the razor blade? Was she taken by surprise? On a quiet dead end street Breaks a drunken revelry Somebody screams I can't be sure Of that the voice is not yours In a hail of bullets I am sure That the voice is yours On a quiet dead end street Breaks a drunken revelry Somebody screams I can't be sure Of that the voice is not yours In a hail of bullets I am sure That the voice is not yours It's not yours The voice is not yours