On a lonely street, on a rainy night
  You belong to me, not to yourself
  Or somebody else
  And love is a train that never stops
  And all of the stations are parts of the course
  
  Surrender of your lips, the torture of your kiss
  The sweetest sacrifice can open up your eyes
  When the land of milk and honey ran dry
  Ever root chasing every shadow
  At my back I always hear
  Times when chariots hurry near
  And at my back I always hear