| If your circles could be spirals
|
| And your idols weren’t machines
|
| If you could pick up all the signals
|
| And flash on where you’ve been
|
| Mabe you don’t feel it at all
|
| It’s your own fault, crawl boy crawl
|
| If you could quit the miming
|
| And try some different timing
|
| You could get a chance to be free
|
| Are you receiving me, it’s the pilot’s plea
|
| Are you receiving me, close to insanity
|
| Are you receiving me, recharge your battery (or are you out to lunch)
|
| Are you receiving me If your prayers could all be answered
|
| And you were given time to pay
|
| The chances would be so heavy
|
| But you’d find a better way
|
| Maybe you don’t feel it at all
|
| It’s your own fault, crawl boy crawl
|
| If you could quit the miming
|
| And try some different timing
|
| You could get a chance to be free
|
| Are you receiving me, it’s the pilot’s plea
|
| Are you receiving me, close to insanity
|
| Are you receiving me, recharge your battery
|
| Are you receiving me |