three pages to fill
but my heart won't stay still
no message to kill
it's cluttered in here
i ain't takin' no more turns
your name's a dirty word
forgotten the cure
the mirror got hurt
don't read between lines
can't pry them apart
my head is gone wrong
the engine won't start
now i'm gonna get you
you got my greasy hand
inside of your arm
i mean me no harm
stop looking so close
as we wake up
in kerosene sun
i think about birds
and then sweet red
now i'm gonna get you
a feeling running wild
in temperature's grip
it matches your blue
whose soul has shed
now i'm gonna get you