| Take me from these April days
|
| Where the eight fold flow is running through my mind
|
| Natalie taught me that silence pays
|
| But I’ll keep screaming at you -o-ooh
|
| Chains and torches are out of the question
|
| You hear me? |
| You hear me?
|
| Come with me to my house
|
| You’re with me, you’re with me
|
| It’s been a week I’ve not known (Get out of my house)
|
| But I’ll get back into the corner of the avenue (Get out of my house)
|
| Take this machine that runs me (Get out of my house)
|
| And take it back to her (Get out of my house)
|
| Let Alex take his turn (Get out of my house)
|
| Take the great greens from me
|
| Take the great greens and I’ll collapse in
|
| Take me from the bedroom haze
|
| And the antique ends of stories that I’ve told
|
| People and names of endless games keep my skin wrapped hands from you -o-ooh
|
| We have forests and mountains of tension
|
| You hear me? |
| You hear me?
|
| So you should come to my house
|
| You’re with me, You’re with me
|
| It’s been a week I’ve not known (Get out of my house)
|
| But I’ll get back into the corner of the avenue (Get out of my house)
|
| Take this machine that runs me (Get out of my house)
|
| And take it back to her (Get out of my house)
|
| Let Alex take his turn (Get out of my house)
|
| Take the great greens from me
|
| Take the great greens and I’ll collapse in |