I knew this would happen And I don"t want to be around when it gets out I"ve closed that last picture And painted the window inside and out Give me your dreams and I"ll give you my time Together we"ll cross the borderline Voices-cracking the night Voices-that cut like a knife Voices-hear them singing:ooh, ooh From sparks to the fire From here to obsession they cover the end Twisting a match and see the reflections of hunters of men Give me your dreams and I"ll give you my time Until we make it to the borderline Voices-cracking the night Voices-that cut like a knife Voices-hear them singing:ooh, ooh