Текст: Barbara Dickson. Gold. Rivals.

It seems to me there's no winner in this travesty
You said to me there's no magic, only chemistry
Oh, I can hear it now
The voice that told me I should walk away
We were dancing to disaster,
So we danced a little faster anyway

CHORUS :

'Cause we are rivals, feel the competition
We are rivals, loving opposition
We are rivals, rivals
You and me

What's left for you to prove
You stand still and make a mountain move
What's left to lose
You just stop playing till the light improves
Oh, this foolish ? is dancing with her fingers in your hair
She flicks her wrist and then if you resist
There will be wreckage everywhere

CHORUS

Why don't we hold fast
Why don't we hold our fire
We're always going to lose this battle
We'll never win

CHORUS TO FADE