Waiting for a sign from you Waiting for the signal to change Have you forgotten what your love can do? Is this the end? Walking through the city Your boots are high-heeled and a-shining bright The sun was sparking on the shaft of your knife Flowering morning rain Dying in my hands, was it all in vain? Superstar in your own private movie I wanted just a minor part But I'm no fool, I know you're cool I never really wanted your heart You're a figure of a theme Nothing seems to bring you down It's not that cool when I'm around Flowering morning rain Dying in my hands, was it all in vain? Superstar in your own private movie I wanted just a minor part But I'm no fool, I know you're cool I never really wanted your heart You're a figure of a theme You're a figure of a theme You're a figure of a theme