Here we go, come with me There's a world out there that we should see Take my hand, close your eyes With you right here, I'm a rocketeer Let's fly Up
Don't look now I saw you dancing on that speaker box Girl, what's your name? I see you texting on that BBM Can we exchange? I got two glasses at my
Hook Poppin bottles in the ice, like a blizzard When we drink we do it right gettin slizzard Sippin sizzurp in my ride, in my ride, like Three 6 Now
So whatcha whatcha whatcha want? (8x) So whatcha whatcha whatcha want? No lines we just walk up to the front Dirty girls are my flavour of the month
Yo G, they can't stop me from rappin', can they? Can they, ha? I spit it through the wire man It's too much stuff in my heart right now man I'd gladly
feel Me a million miles away 'cause I've been needing To send, love across the wire to the only one My heart is waiting for I send, love across the wire
What is love but the strangest of feelings? A sin you swallow for the rest of your life? You've been looking for someone to believe in To love you until
front of him A smashed up waste ground There are no fields or trees No blades of grass Just unhurried ghosts are there Hanging in the wire Walker's in the wire
Girls on the dance floor, stereotypes Girls on the dance floor Girls on the dance floor Girls on the dance floor I see you chillin' by the bar Why don
Cherry, cherry, boom, boom Yeah, yeah, up all night feeling like a [Incomprehensible] Living in a nightmare, looking for a dream I wanna live so free,
Air, air Air, air Air, air Air, air I never let love in, I left it on the dresser I never let love leave an impression But like a fingerprint now I found
We can get together Now I don't usually do this But I ain't myself tonight I wanna drink a lil mo, mo Forget it all, all And dance till I'm dead, dead
I bet you wake up in the morning and you kiss yourself Cause I would, if I was you. I bet you show up to the club and just dance with yourself Cause I
Dancin' like there's No one else in the room Try that dance for two After dark it's like She's someone else FM, hey girl, Mo-Mo-Mohombi It's not a question
of the wind in the wire Spirits of the plain Still sing their sad refrain In the call of the coyote choir And the song of the wind in the wire
network Part of me is dead Every home is wired Swimming in the circuit Somebody has expired This world will be the future Every home is wired
Written by Steven Wilson [instrumental]
