Walking in the summer-rain
   Space invaders calling
   But don't you turn around
   But the years of decay can not stop
   Bringing me down
   In these nights of mystery
  
   They give you power
   They give you beat
   They've got the spirit
   The spirit of the street
  
   (calling?)
   Give me the strength to enjoy
  
   They've got the fire
   They've got the heat
   They've got the spirit
   The spirit of the street
  
   Jesus, I called You
   And noone was helping
   To bring back the times to ignore (?)
   I've done that a few times before
  
   Eyes in that summer-rain
   Just a kind of deja vu
   Don't turn around
   Can't you see that my mind is longing
   For harmony
   In these nights of mystery
  
   And don't you ever dare
   To punish me again
   Get me out!
  
   Why was I brought way out here?
   Why wasn't I taken to a city?
  
   In these nights of mystery