Is it a physical reaction
A final loss of satisfaction
You
Everyday is a weekend
Think of all the money
We
What's your excuse for being you?
What turns you on
What I say evident
And I hope you understand
I am
You squeeze the cross
You burn the source
You jump
There's a traffic jam outside my window
There's a red
Look at me now
I tremble like a fallen leaf
Spinning around
When
Sittin' deep in a leather chair, it's dark
Curtain's up and
Here I am
Caught in the moment
Seems to be frozen
Lost in
They were children fighting in the fields
Muddy faces, bows
I kissed your lips - you said that I was
Your soul is a pilot
But the rusty aeroplane cannot
