Текст: Mandy Moore. Coverage. Senses Working Overtime.

One, two, three, four, five

Hey hey
The clouds are away
There's straw for the donkeys
And the innocents can all sleep safely
And all sleep safely

My, my
The sun is pie
There's fodder for the cannons
And the guilty ones can all sleep safely
And all sleep safely

And all the world is football shaped
It's just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
'Tween the lemons and limes
The pain and pleasure
And the church bells softly chime

Hey hey
Night fights day
There's food for the thinkers
And the innocents can all live slowly
And all live slowly

My, my
The sky will cry
Jewels for the thirsty
And the guilty ones can all die slowly
And all die slowly

And all the world is biscuit shaped
It's just for me to feed my face
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
'Tween the lemons and limes
The pain and pleasure
And the church bells softly chime

And birds might fall from black skies
And bullies might give you black eyes
And buses might skid on black ice
But to me it's very very beautiful

And all the world is football shaped
It's just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I've got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference
'Tween the lemons and limes
Pain and pleasure
And the church bells softly chime