These days this time get stuck between the line
These days this time get stuck between the line
Running round the house crazy
Nothing seems to go my way
Everything's a myth
Don't know what you believe
Running round the house crazy
Nothing seems to go my way
Everything's a myth
Don't know what you believe
was she good enough in your teeth and she stumbled into our dream
Dead in stare
So conciousness to swear
was she good enough in your teeth and she stumbled into our dream
Dead in stare
So conciousness to swear
I see curtain are teeth 
I see curtain are teeth 
I see curtain are teeth 
I see curtain are teeth 
Oh was she good enough 
Oh was she good enough 
Oh was she good enough 
Oh was she good enough 
In your teeth 
In your teeth 
In your teeth 
In your teeth 
In your teeth