Three Steps Down

Three steps down below the city streets.
In our private room, the colour all runs out.
An not a sound, the smoke curls in the air.
An I can feel a sliding peace, come over me tonight.
Dead or dancin, cross the room,
The candles burn and shadows loom.
I hide below it all,
Or heavens underground.
The clouds are fallin at our feet,
Three steps down below the street.
So comin down: its like water after wine.
Oh, comin down a long hard line.
An I know betters gettin harder all the time.
From three steps down.
From three steps down.
Instrumental break
Dead or dancin, cross the room,
The candles burn and shadows loom.
I hide below it all,
Or heavens underground.
The clouds are fallin at our feet,
Three steps down below the street.
Three steps down below the city streets.
In our private room, the colour all runs out.
The colour all runs out.
The colour all runs out.
The colour all runs out.