Wanderlusting

The color of gold
Scarabs in magnetic fields
On the rails
At the borderline
In the circuit
Get your fill
In the madhouse
Some flesh and bone

In the fuse
In the ruins
In the red, red rum
Roll it backwords
On the tongue
And get younger
And get younger

Ohohoh
Ohohoh

Wanderlusting
After you
And gone astray
Only things
You do can
Make me feel
So far way

From a room
With no view
And no perception
Just one dimension
I think
Only of you
In contortions
You cannot kick
Off the crutches
That I need to
Keep droning
To keep going

Ohohoh
Ohohoh

Wanderlusting
After you
And gone astray
Only things
You do can
Make me feel
So far way

Make me feel
So far way

Make me feel
So...