Teksty: Something With Numbers. Engineering The Soul. Pants On Fire.

I'm on my own in this room with an awful feeling
Nowhere to go, I'm a fool, I'll just lay here needing
The only sound is the guillotine clock a-ticking
My only thoughts are the thoughts that aren't worth thinking

Whoa oh oh oh
I'm not a liar but I'd love to lie with you
Whoa oh oh oh
I'd really like a little love to fall into

Provide the back to the bed, I'm going nowhere
These thoughts attack in my head, there is no use hoping
Will I survive through the night or will my dreams haunt me?
Will you decide what is right, will you give me warning?

Whoa oh oh oh
I'm not a liar but I'd love to lie with you
Whoa oh oh oh
I'd really like a little love to fall into

Whoa oh oh oh
I'm not a liar but I'd love to lie with you
Whoa oh oh oh
I'd really like a little love to fall into

Whoa oh oh oh
I'm not a liar but I'd love to lie with you
Whoa oh oh oh
I'd really like a little love to fall into

Whoa oh oh oh
I'm not a liar but I'd love to lie with you
Whoa oh oh oh
I'd really like a little love to fall into