There are some sounds that make you want to know God, 
There are some colors that get me going, 
When they're painted all over your nails, 
When that paint is still wet and flowing.
We used to talk long on the phone, 
We used to be made out of stone, 
Now I numb my mind with the dishes, 
This is intensely, intensely repetitious, 
A growing desire for disaster, 
Always wanting to get done faster and faster, 
Pretty things making aches and pains, 
Odd sounds making sticky sticky stains.
There are some sounds that make you want to get closer to God, 
There are some colors that still do get me going, 
When they're painted on your nails, 
When that paint is still wet and flowing.
We used to talk long on the phone, 
We used to be made out of stone, 
Now I numb my mind with the dishes, 
This is intensely, intensely repetitious, 
A growing desire for disaster, 
Always wanting to get done faster and faster, 
Pretty things making aches and pains, 
Odd sounds making sticky sticky stains, 
Odd sounds making sticky sticky stains.