Radiate — текст песни (Carola)

Sunday morning it`s a quarter to five
You keep on talkin` like your love is a prize
Bird in flight, spreading her wings
Sittin` pretty in a city of sin

I don`t mind, adventure with a stranger
Trouble deep at the scene of the crime
Testify, that I`m not superstitious
It`s tough enough, to find out why you

Radiate, you bait your love with money
Celebrate, a body to behold
Generate, a state of wild emotion
Don`t waste your money
My love is not for sale

Funny faces in the shadows of night
Pain and pleasure is your only disguise
Radiate, your face`s on the fire
Stay awake, love is a lie

In the street, where life is your creation
Trouble deep if you wake up on your own
I`m a slave to sweet investigation
It`s tough enough, to find out why you

Radiate, you bait your love with money...