Round and round the dial turns
Your finger itches but your
Here come the swooping hawks down blocks we've all forgotten
Clutching
Ba, ba, ba, ba, ba, sha, doo, be, doo
Ba, ba,
I can swear I feel the beating of a cold,
Just one touch, that's enough
And it's like pushing comes to
My eyes go where I say so but not always
And
There are so many signs, the end is now
Our leader
All these winter days barely go by
All the light has
Behind the glass I watched the world
From cracks the blinds
Go on and pull yourself up
We climb, we climb, we
Hey, arms of the ocean reach out for you
Rusty pipes,
It's showing in your face, you're out night after night
Came
