You got out every night
  to shatter all the mirrors
  you open all the doors
  to find out
  some pictures of yourself
  you scatter each piece of you
  in the earth of the city
  diving into those pretty lights
  beating and singing
  i'm so silly
  don't no what i'm living for
  then you go
  radio on your skin
  follow the western dream
  anything's good enough
  to find out
  some pictures of yourself
  you walk along the shops
  you image in the windows
  singing i can take
  what i want to take
  'cause you know
  i'm so silly
  don't no what i'm living for
  then you go...