Well I was walking down... before I got into the station

Hoping my private life is getting the slang translation

Receiving these mixed messages now

From a mixed messenger

I was talking so loud that you know I don't even care

But if you do,

You guess you know what I'm about to say



Straight outta nothing

Into a hurricane

And now we're back to nothing

Some of the things don't seem the same

Some of the things don't seem the same

Some of the things don't seem the same



I was trapped in the darkness of a subway train

Hoping you shoot me down,

Before I talk myself insane

Model I overdosed on you,

On the monorail

I was grabbing the wheel,

Because it must be an afro male

Hi

Now I don't really a little know

If you believe me to let me be

But if you do,

You guess you know what I'm about to say



Straight outta nothing

Into a hurricane

And now we're back to nothing

Some of the things don't seem the same

Some of the things don't seem the same

Some of the things don't seem the same



Aaaah Aaah Aaah

Oh oh Oohh



Straight outta nothing

Into a hurricane

And now we're back to nothing

Some of the things don't seem the same

Some of the things don't seem the same