| My love, my love | |
| I hope someday I find a way to talk to you | |
| 'Cause you're a star, the Brighton star | |
| If you're one of them, then I suppose that you're ideal | |
| I swear, I swear | |
| My love, my love | |
| I find somewhere a better place for you to stay | |
| 'Cause you're a star, I call you my star | |
| If you get bored, if I'm naive, I'll let you go | |
| I've got panic | |
| It's a trick | |
| But it's nice what a game | |
| It's erotic | |
| Automatic | |
| What a game, what a mess | |
| But someday I will surely find the way | |
| It's bringing me down | |
| Tonight, tonight | |
| Tonight I sleep until the morning turns the light down | |
| Something is wrong I'm never satisfied | |
| Tonight, oh tonight I sleep until I die | |
| I've got panic | |
| It's a trick | |
| But it's nice what a game | |
| It's erotic | |
| Automatic | |
| What a game, what a mess | |
| It's bringing me down it's bringing me down | |
| I've got panic | |
| It's a trick | |
| But it's nice what a game | |
| It's erotic | |
| Automatic | |
| What a game, what a mess |