Letras: Spandau Ballet. Parade. Nature Of The Beast.

It is the key to all the doors,
it is the crashing on the shores.
it lives in your steering wheel.
it hides in the wind and rain,
with voices as cold as steel
it's calling your name
it is the smile upon his face
it is the winning of the race.
it lives in the red-alert.
it lives in the power game
it's easy to take to heart
but harder to tame
this is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
this is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
without all this heat
they'll be dancing west to east
this is the nature of the beast
it is the glowing in his eyes
it is the reason for his lies
how many know you're there
how many play your game
he's always the man to dare
you're always to blame
it is the need to understand
it is the trigger in his hand
it lives in the uniform
it grows from the need to gain
with faces so old and torn
it's calling your name
this is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
this is the nature of the beast
(this is the nature)
without all this heat
they'll be dancing west to east
this is the nature of the beast