Stretch me to the point where I stop Run ten thousand miles and then think of me I think you know the place we should meet Don't worry if it's dark and I'm late Run me out a thin wire Help me to kill this, love I'll join you tonight at the bottom of the well Feel around in the dark until you get the idea
I'm not moving, doesn't mean I can't Flame on in my head My best friend sucked his wife's blood and shriveled up He was mistaken for sane We move and groove and cut loose from fear We should kill time, we'll shut it down I've got a pipeline straight to the heart of you Opening in my head
Bright glass on a chain being wound around us The toiling of idle hands Dripping with guilt A secret form of punishment Axes thru skulls, shadow of futility Endless revolt The shifting of light and shadows No-one is right Nothing is solid Nothing can be held in my hands for long
