Из альбома: Pillow Lips
You're a mine of information,
I'm your whore of paradise,
You're the train that's late at the station,
I'm breathing fire and ice,
You keep me from falling over,
You keep me from going under,
It was cold on that morning,
When my knowledge came to stay.
Take me away,
Somewhere far away,
Take me away.
Now the door stands open,
Paints me a different colour today,
I'm blind and you see,
Your wisdom's killing me,
Believe me.
Take me away,
Somewhere far away,
Take me away.
Your wisdom is killing me.
Take me away,
Somewhere far away,
Take me away.
Believe me
Believe me
Believe me
Believe me