The words played on around our heads   Perhaps we went too far   We'll soldier on until the end again      This clutching hand around my hand   So pitiful and frail   Makes bleeding hearts begin to beat again      Chorus:      We stand in a different light   That's cast upon this gigolo and gigolette   We stand with a different frame around us now   But when we talk we talk in time   We shine with profiles so strong and so clear   And when we move we move in time   Won't fade like pictures that come back again      Your propaganda touched my soul   Those thin and cherished words   A willing victim for the kill again      (Repeat Chorus 2 times)