Из альбома: This Last Warm Solitude
Whatever keys me up
Its something close to trust
Its something saying
If I may, I must
Change my ways, looks, mind,
Although Im not that kind
Ill have to make it worth her while
If she's all that matters
Ill invent what it takes to have her
A bebop hype
Or kinder: music for a film
A hip groove to loop
Or salt mouse with mayonnaise
Mention money and I'll buy you fame
All that to get myself close to be her lotion
Im slipping away from me, girl
I know I really get trapped in this
And I'll go on to I get wired of myself
Its a wave
And Im on top to fall