| Don’t call me up wasted |
| Senselessly jabbering on |
| Don’t talk to me like that |
| You’re picking me up all wrong |
| You came to your conclusions |
| And I will come to mine |
| I know all about your opinions |
| But I’d rather hear you cry |
| Don’t hide your emotions |
| So twisted up inside |
| Don’t you call me up so wasted |
| Don’t talk to me when you’re high |
| I can’t seem to get in, a word in edgeways |
| Sounds like you’re forgetting, the things that you said |
| I just wanna let the love in edgeways |
| So I’m gonna wait until you come to your senses |
| I know, I know, I know |
| I’ve heard it all a million times before |
| And if you’ve something new to add |
| Running away with themselves |
| Galloping on |
| At an impossible speed |
| Like nothing is wrong |
| Hurtling into space |
| You’re too far gone |
| You better be off your face |
| Running away with themselves |
| Galloping on |
| At an impossible speed |
| Like nothing is wrong |
| Hurtling into space |
| You’re too far gone |
| Seething, a quiver of cobras has a vitality |
| An intimate enemy, resentment, a lounge of dragons |
| Like mold, resentment grows |
| Unforgiveable; there’s no way to be good |
| There’s simply many ways to be more or less bad |
| He had to find religion to measure his evil against |
| Too much information, too much time has passed |
| Too much history |
| Humans are fucked, a smack of a jelly fish |
| So complex, even the most simple of us |
| Needing one another |
| In the wake of resentment |
| Only broken hearts, shattered souls |
| I just think I need a little bit of happiness, d’you know what I mean? |