You don't have to dance with me, you don't have to dance
at all.
You can just lie there looking good, or you can play by
yourself.
We should be careful because the canyons scream as the
valley sleeps at night.
Then the fear takes hold, as the Santa Ana winds blow
cold.
Cause if the city's goin' up in flames then we oughta go
down, down, down together.
You don't have to sleep with me, we don't have to touch
at all.
We can talk till the sun comes up or listen to the
raindrops fall.
But be careful because the canyons scream and the alleys
bleed at night.
Then the freeways fold and the Santa Ana winds blow cold.