wide awake at 4 in the morning
killing time on the blue highway
drag in the day like a body
burried the night under where i'd layed
on all the sides, the frost bites, a shadow creeping up on me
oh yeah, it's like the club in my hand
and you've touched everyone
oh yeah, it's like the back of your hand on the tip of my tongue
can't say i didn't see it coming
busy just plucking your burrs
i take long walkes cos they're numbing
on all sides, the frost bites, a shadow creeping up on me
oh yeah it's like the club in my hand
it's your favourite brand
and you've touched everyone
oh yeah it's like the back of your hand on the tip of my tongue
cut me up like a jigsaw, whole reflection cracked apart
like the lines on my hand or the map of a broken heart