No one believes in love anymore They throw away the keys, no one knocked on the door No one knocked on the door, knocked on the door You reap what you sow No one knocked on the door Pain is pleasure and then just pain Chasing the thunder and lost in the rain You are lost in the rain, lost in the rain Yourself to blame You are lost in the rain The skin so enticing, the thrill of the sting Then drops the stinger and the spinning begins Oh yes the spinning begins, the spinning begins The world has gone off the hinders, and the spinning begins A downards spiral, punctured balloon Disfigured and pale looking up at the moon Looking up at the moon, up at the moon We'll all get there soon Looking up at the moon