Oh touch!
An embrace of the senses
A blasting of the nerves
How absurd for human beings now
To be in charge of
Smell links to thought more directly
Than any other sense
My two cents say you remember
What your ex smells like
And oh, I don't know
I don't know
Which of a million ways to go
I don't know what is right
I'm trying to be nice
But dreamers' fare
It seems too fair
My sixth sense says I'm right
Oh drifter, your home's inconsequential
Now where's your common sense?
Make a dent
I didn't know that you were holding on
Was I supposed to know
It was on the bed
On the sheets right where I forgot it
And oh, I don't know
I don't know
Which of a million ways to go
I don't know what is right
I'm trying to be nice
But dreamers' fare
It seems too fair
My sixth sense says I'm right
I spent better days with your soul
I spent better days with your soul
I spent better days with your soul
I spent better days with your soul