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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Jim Steinman
Claviers
Rory Dodd
Chœurs
Karla DeVito
Chant
Roy Bittan
Piano
Todd Rundgren
Guitare
Kasim Sultan
Basse
Eric Troyer
Chœurs
Ellen Foley
Chœurs
Jimmy Maelen
Percussion
Max Weinberg
Batterie
Joe Stefko
Batterie
Roger Powell
Synthétiseur
S. Buslowe
Basse
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Jim Steinman
Composition
Roy Bittan
Arrangement
Todd Rundgren
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Jim Steinman
Production
Todd Rundgren
Production
Gary Russell
Ingénierie de prise de son
John Jansen
Production
Greg Calbi
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Tommy Edmonds
Ingénierie de prise de son
Jan Johnston
Production
Paroles
It's only two o'clock and the temperature's beginning to soar
And all around the city you see the walking wounded and the living dead
It's never been this hot, and I've never been so bored
And breathing is just no fun anymore
Then I saw you like a summer dream
And you're the answer to every prayer that I ever said
Ooh, I saw you like a summer dream
And you're the answer to every prayer that I ever said
You can feel the pulse of the pavement racing like a runaway horse
The subways are sizzling and the skin of the streets is gleaming with sweat
I've seen you sitting on the steps outside
And you were looking so restless and reckless and lost
I think it's time for you to come inside
I'll be waiting here with something that you'll never forget
I think it's time for you to come inside
I'll be waiting here with something that you'll never forget
Well, come on, come on and there'll be no turning back
You were only killing time, and it can kill you right back
Come on, come on, it's time to burn up the fuse
You got nothing to do and even less to lose
You got nothing to do and even less to lose
So wander down the ancient hallway, taking the stairs only one at a time
And follow the sound of my heartbeat now
I'm in the room at the top, you're at the end of the line
So open the door and lay down on the bed, the sun is just a ball of desire
And I wanna take you out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan and into the fire
And into the fire, fire, fire
And into the fire, fire, fire
And into the fire, fire, fire
And into the fire
It's only two o'clock and the temperature's beginning to soar
And all around the city you see the walking wounded and the living dead
It's never been this hot, and I've never been so bored
And breathing is just no fun anymore
And then I saw you like a summer dream
And you're the answer to every prayer that I ever said
Well, come on, come on and there'll be no turning back
You were only killing time, and it can kill you right back
Come on, come on, it's time to burn up the fuse
You got nothing to do and even less to lose
You got nothing to do and even less to lose
So wander down the ancient hallway, taking the stairs only one at a time
And follow the sound of my heartbeat now
I'm in the room at the top, you're at the end of the line
So open the door and lay down on your bed, the sun is just a ball of desire
And I wanna take you out of the frying pan
Out of the frying pan
Out of the frying pan
And into the fire
I wanna take you out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Out of the frying pan (and into the fire)
Ooh, out of the frying pan
And into the fire
(Into the fire) fire, fire, fire
And into the fire, fire, fire
And into the fire, fire, fire
And into the fire, fire, fire
And into the fire, fire, fire
And into the fire, fire, fire
And into the fire, fire, fire
And into the fire, fire, fire
And into the fire, fire, fire
And into the fire, fire, fire
And into the-
Written by: Jim Steinman