Sunset runaways (3:49) At the age of eleven, he moved to L.A. His kid sister was seven, they were planning to stay Nothing to choose Nothing to lose They never had a place Sunset runaways Their father had vanished before they were born Mother died for the neighbors to scorn Sleeping in the park Weeping in the dark Showing their pace Sunset runaways Cry cry cry Into the wind’s eyes Cry cry cry Hanging on a thread, grey turns red On sunset She began turning tricks, one hundred dollars a time Never taught what was wrong, what was right Crying for crack No turning back They couldn’t lose face Sunset runaways Cry cry cry Into the wind’s eyes Cry cry cry Hanging on a thread, grey turns red On sunset Nothing’s written in stone Nobody lies here Nobody cries here Nobody dies alone Nobody dies alone Cry cry cry Into the wind’s eyes Cry cry cry Hanging on a thread, grey turns red On sunset Cry Into the wind’s eyes Cry cry cry Hanging on a thread, grey turns red On sunset Cry cry cry    Muziek/tekst: Frédérique Spigt. (P) 1993 Pixy Music/Peer Music (C) 1993 Phonogram bv