Peak. . I peak, I can't speak, on my back in the middle of the street. My brain is a chow mein and runnin' round and around like a chain. And I know that you know that sooner or later like a ufo.
Yeah. Come on inside the sound. I'm steppin outside myself. Croaking on the underground. But ever high. . There you go passin me by. Like someone dropped you from the clouds. Spinnin round and
The night is late the day is young. And my head spins the final song. I'll do anythin she says. There's somethin new around the bend. I'm beginnin at the end. At the end's where I begin. . Sens
Baby I'm runnin away, while the sun still burns. Whisky don't sting anymore, so I'm drivin. . And now the air don't taste the same, in these ultraviolet days. . The whisky don't sting anymore,.
You take from me. It's the only thing you know. The more you take from me. Is the more my feelings grow. . Static. Static. Static. Static. . What wonderful toys. You have in your garden. T
Inside all the people, a jet black spark. Rippling like magma, in their hearts. Under all the highlights, and gyroscopes. Physically pulsing, as they shake their bones. . Feeling kinda lonely, wi
What's going on in your head. Spinning like too real. You had watched too much tv. And you're tired, in your body. Something makes you think that you're in Love. . What's going on in your head.
