Sweet dreams (are made of this)

love is a stranger in an open car 

to tempt you in and drive you far away 

and i want you 

and i want you 

and i want you so 

it's an obsession 



love is a danger of a different kind 

to take you away and leave you far behind 

and love love love 

is a dangerous drug 

you have to receive it 

and you still can't get enough of the stuff 



it's savage and it's cruel 

and it shines like destruction 

comes in like a flood 

and it seems like religion 

it's noble and it's brutal 

it distorts and deranges 

and it wrenches you up 

and you're left like a zombie 



it's guilt edged glamorous 

and sleek by design 

you know it's jealous by nature 

false and unkind 

it's hard and restrained 

and it's totally cool 

it touches and it teases 

as you stumble in the debris

i could be contented 

i don't need to suffer 

you're beautiful 

good to talk to 

you make an impression 

you take my attention 

and when you touch my skin 

i smell disaster 



step away walk away 

all i want is the real thing 

nothing but the real thing 



walking on pavements 

we collect in bars 

asleep in the houses 

so alone 

looking inside herself 

she breaks the glass 

turns her head backwards 

she's fallen down again

sweet dreams are made of this 

who am i to disagree 

i travel the world and the seven seas 

everybody's looking for something 



some of them want to use you 

some of them want to get used by you 

some of them want to abuse you 

some of them want to be abused 



hold your head up 

movin'on 

keep your head up 

movin'on

this is the house 

this is the hill 

this is the story 

it's a little thing 

a lock of hair 

an invisible smoke trail 

this is your shadow 

oh oh oh everything changes 



this is your picture 

it's in black and white 

this is the family 

having a party 

there's a crack in the ceiling 

and there's an open door 

nothing there but the dust 

and the rust 

oh oh oh everything changes