That you're in love with me I, I'm hooked on a feeling I'm high on believing All the good love When we're all alone Keep it up girl Yeah, you turn me on And I'm high on believin' I can't stop this feeling

We got more than enough But there's one thing there's just not enough of Enough sun to make the whole world bright Here, here in this world Where do we go Where can we turn When we need some love It seems that love just can't be found Where, where do we

Our gift divine Some of us choose to live gracefully Some can get caught in the maze And lose their way home This is the life we belong to In the heart of your most solemn barren night When your soul's turned inside out Have you questioned all the

Yeah more sweet narcosis (I'll turn a stone I'll find you) Yeah, more sweet narcosis (I'll turn a stone I'll find you) Can you lick my wounds please Can you make it numb And kill the pain like cortisone And grant me intimacy How'll we split your

This is not the world we had in mind But we got time We are stuck on it so we can thrive But we can turn it And even though we might have lost tonight The skyline reminds us of a different time Take me back Back to the mountainside

You're putting me on We're going to try it, you ever try it? I'm turning you on You're putting me on! Where did you get that stuff? Oh, Nikki's growing a patch out in the backyard Come on, you're putting me on Yeah, he's putting you on, he's a brat

Anna please turn around, we'll work it out somehow Anna don't turn me down, there's still a chance if we can hold out once more 'Cause we started out with love, that was more than enough And that's a lot to give up Even if you turn and walk away, love

God knows I'm trying I cannot tell who is my friend I need distance between me and them Gonna have to teach me how to love you again God knows I'm trying for you I seen man turn fool for the money one too many times I seen some girls turn their back on

I'm speechless and redundant 'Cause I love you's not enough I'm lost for words Now I cannot speak, I lost my voice We're living in repetition Content in the same old shtick again Now the routine's turning to contention Like a production line going over

They'll find us here Here, here in the guest room Where we throw money at each other and cry They're gonna send us to prison for jerks We can't stay here For having vague ideas of the way to turn each other on again We miss being ruffians, going wild and