Текст: French Kicks. Other. 1985.

another night, said i have to calm down
another day, be another red light... yeahhh
i heard the sounds see i heard this on the one tell me
in my hand, whoaaaa-oh, your hand
and everytime we stop see you get a little fill its all over there
i know i know

i waited on the feelin' i waited all the time
i hate the sort of feeling when there's someone else in mind
and its the time for killing
by hearing all the time

drive me out of line (fashion), and i was color-blind
what do what i hear you say
maybe never want it see at all, noooooo
it sounds like a mind too empty findin' in my hand
whoaaa-oh your hand
and we got out just barely alive
ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh-ahh

i waited on the feelin' i waited all the time
i hate the sort of feeling when there's someone else in mind
and its the time for killing
by hearing all the time

another notice, out on the phone-line
(line clashes wonder what catches)
do you want to hang this, me on the clothes-line
(now im feeling... really such a fine time)

im glad i relate to you
glad im that glad im too
know i dont mind you
im keeping in mind
glad i relate to you
glad i resolve to you
ahhhh