Another time another place, Another line upon your face, Another in your way.

Down crooked stairs, and sideways glances
Comes the king of second chances
Now throw him in the flame
Your bridges are burning down
They're all coming down
It's all coming round
You're burning them down
It's all coming round
They're all coming down
Your bridges are burning down
Tell what's in it for me
Tell me now what's in it for me
No one's getting this for free
So tell me now what's in it for me