(Can it be true?) Nobody warned you Nobody told you to make up your mind Nobody warned you That I could just waltz through and shake up your style I'm inside Like a wrecking ball through your eyes And I change it all from inside
Strange and fine All this hardware Slope of time And that one's for me Go inside Going somewhere Hopeless tactile And that one's for me Open wide Yawn like new year
Nobody warned you Nobody told you to make up your mind That I could just waltz through and shake up your style I'm inside Like a wrecking ball through your eyes And I change it all from inside
Strange and fine All this hardware Slope of time And that one's for me Go inside Going somewhere Hopeless tactile And that one's for me Open wide Yawn like new year
