Every time I think of you
I get a shot right through
Into a bolt of blue
It's no problem of mine
But it's a problem I find

Oh am I fooling you? Do you fall for it all or do you just see right through? Are you as cool as you believe? Are you playing hard?
Are you waiting just to quietly clock my card?
Are you waiting for a moment to leave?
I don't know, how I bent what you said
To what I believe you meant, I don't know anything at all

Here's a door and here's a window
Here's a ceiling here's a floor
The room is lite like a black and white movie
The TV's on that's what it's for
And if you walk real slowly

You get the world for your birthday, baby
Open your eyes and say, yes, no, maybe
The box ticks on, the core is a bomb
The world is silent, you listen like a lover to it
Sometimes a mirror's a miracle