Breathe, this is love without love without love without love without love without love Love, what've you done with my tongue? Maybe this could be the kind of one Where I sit on the words Or talking through each style Everything is overheard See

All that you want Is standing right in front of you All that you need It's all for you I saw your face, stuck in a crowd Silently screaming out loud I felt the beat echo your heart Throw me a line 'cause it's too far

(please enjoy) Hell yes I'm movin' this way I'm doin' this thing Looking for my place On assembly lines Fake prizes Risin' out of the bomb holes Skeleton boys hyped up on purple Smoke rings blow from across the disco

I wonder who I am Reflections offer nothing I wonder where I stand I'm afraid of myself Running outside the Nazca Lines You know I see you all in white Hoping you'll grow the fruitful vines An array to give us life Violence born within my mind

Can't get you out of my head Out of, out of my head Out of my headphones It's like the record stopped spinning And you're gone again and I'm stuck here alone I turn it up, you turn me on It takes me back It takes all night long

Just a mile outside of town All along the floodline The hills roll out like centuries Pass by without a sound Oh country down Where I found my proving ground Wheels are turning around Down river bound Where the lemon tea sky fell down

Tell them all I know now Shout it from the roof tops Write it on the sky line All we had is gone now Tell them I was happy And my heart is broken I remember years ago Someone told me I should take

Looking for meat Wants you to eat Never straight and narrow I won't keep in time Tend to burn the arrow Out of the line Been inclined to wander Off the beaten track

Let's run Caroline The south of France is nice At least that's what I heard Go easy, pack our bags Let's take the circle life While we'll still have the time Go easy, run old Caroline Oh the silence

Squalor Victoria Raise our heavenly glasses to the heavens Underline everything I'm a professional in my beloved white shirt I'm going down among the saints Out of my league, I have birds in my sleeves And I wanna rush in with the fools 3:30 in the last