| Shapes in the drink like | |
| ChristCracks in the pale blue wall | |
| I'm walking slowly and quickly but always away | |
| I'm twisting twisting to the floor | |
| Flowers in your mouth and the same dry song | |
| The routine from laughter land | |
| Sixteen white legs and a row of teeth | |
| I watch you in secrecy | |
| You're dying for the hope is gone | |
| From here we go nowhere again | |
| Oh I'm trapped in my face and | |
| I'm changing too much | |
| I can't climb out the way | |
| I fell in, oh | |
| Jump with me for that old forgotten dance | |
| The midnight sun will burn you up | |
| And your life is cold, your life is hard | |
| Your life is too much for words | |
| These occasions are such a relief | |
| Another point, another view to send | |
| Hey hey hey, we start to talk and it's, and it's all so safe | |
| Oh I feed you in my dreams | |
| Footsteps on a wire, high above my head | |
| The stain reveals my real intention | |
| I'm the waiting beast, | |
| I'm the twisted nerve | |
| As I dance, dance back to the body in my bed | |
| As I dance, dance back to the body in my bed, to the body in my bed | |
| Look at the piggy, piggy in the mirror | |
| At the piggy, piggy in the mirror | |
| At the piggy, piggy in the mirror | |
| At the piggy, piggy in the mirror | |
| Look at the piggy in the, at the piggy, piggy in the mirror | |
| Oh look at the piggy in the mirror | |
| Oh look at the piggy in the mirror | |
| Oh look at the piggy in the mirror, oh oh oh |