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 heaven`s underground.
The clouds are fallin` at our feet,
Three steps down below the street.
So comin` down: it`s like water after wine.
Oh, comin` down a long hard line.
An` I know better`s 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 heaven`s underground.
The clouds are fallin` at our feet,
Three steps down below the street.