No, no, no, no, no

Walking docile to the church, you kneel
It's the head you hang for the wounds that would never heal
And always, Johnny, can you call me? (Call me)
The laminated God on the bedroom wall
The dirty hard drive in the draw of the Gothic hall
And always (Oh) , Johnny, can you call me?

Call me on the 31, when you run away
Nothing else at all I could ever say
Johnny, can you call me on the motorway?
Johnny, can you call me, you little runaway?
Call me on the N9, when you run away
Nothing else at all I could ever say
Johnny, can you call me on the motorway?
Johnny, can you call me, you little runaway?

A story for the lost
And thе bird found dead in frost
They nevеr saw us (Saw us)
They never saw us
Everything you've done for a face that's new
It's the room you fill for a nun
That will search it through
And always, Johnny, can you call me? (Call me)
You know I won't be found
Dead in frost

Call me on the 31, when you run away
Nothing else at all I would ever say
Johnny, can you call me on the motorway?
Johnny, can you call me, you little runaway?
Call me on the N9, when you run away
Nothing else at all I would ever say
Johnny, can you call me on the motorway?
Johnny, can you call me, you little runaway?

The sugar of lead
The sugar of lead
I cannot taste anymore
The sugar of lead
The sugar of lead
I cannot taste anymore