She was silent trying to be Like the girl who acted on the TV Always knowing when to say Wishing for a moment so that they could see

Staring in the night A picture my room And I think that she knew her lines

Break away tonight I wanna hold your hand We've got to get it right We've got to understand

Carefully watching waiting as I Stood upon the back streets and we start to play I was screaming louder as the Curtains fall between us in a twisted way

Staring in the night A picture my room And I think that she knew her lines

Break away tonight I wanna hold your hand We've got to get it right We've got to understand

Placing all the questions in the Minutes of a game we won so long ago Dangerous and beautiful the Radio transmission that I have to know

You could never run You could never stay And I think you belong to me

Break away tonight I wanna hold your hand We've got to get it right We've got to understand

© 1981 Vince Clarke