It's out of hand
Breathing like you're stoking a fire
It'll never end
It's out of hand
Breathing like you're stoking a fire
It'll never end
Pounding like a bull with desire
You're taking bait and leaving all the hooks in a pile
She's over it
But she's been around for a while
Crack the whip
Put a little smoke on the floor
You can't tell if she's going or coming
But you build it up twice as tall
There's loose ends
And ends that are tight like a trapeze wire
You try to put it delicately
But it always rushes out
There's got to be a metaphor for the time we're in
There's got to be an answer to define how we'll make it
There's got to be a metaphor for the time we're in
There's got to be an answer to define how we'll make it
It's out of hand
Breathing like you're stoking a fire
It'll never end
You're full of desire
There's loose ends
And ends like a wire
And it'll never end
Until it blows out
There's got to be a metaphor for the time we're in
There's got to be an answer to define how we'll make it
There's got to be a metaphor for the time we're in
There's got to be an answer to define how we'll make it
There's got to be a metaphor
For the time