come unto me my winter son
  we could lie on the rails
  and when the morning comes
  we'll be miles away, miles away
  slipping away while the city sleeps
  running away from this cruel disease
  miles away, miles away
    modern boys, modern boys
  hand in hand
  sick of the fear
  chasing away all the hungry years
  we're the modern boys
    come unto me my sickly thing
  we could lie on the rails
  but to really win
  we'll just drive away, drive away
  yes the world calls my international
  so let the decades die
  let the parties fall
  and we'll be miles away, miles away
    'cos we'll be living like
  modern boys, modern boys
  hand in hand
  sick of the fear
  chasing away all the hungry years
  we're the modern boys, modern boys
  into the night, under the stars
  jumping the lights in the silent cars
  he's on your left
  i'm on your right
  it's so easy in the concrete night