Drifting
With your wild, call the pace
Taste the tracks of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
With your cold black-eyed teeth
I close my eyes and I pray
Yes, I pray
Yes, I pray
Let it slide
Let it slide
Ignore me and everything I've done
For I am stupid, I am poison
I take this one and I taste the tracks
I taste the tracks of the waste in my head
And you face me instead
I must be drifting
Somewhere
I held in my hand but it's hard
So hard to see reason
The burning is here
Is only here to follow... through
But here it is harder than a screaming fist
And I hate it
Yeah, it's dark behind your smile and I can
Follow... through
(Drifting somewhere)
Somewhere
Let it slide
Let it slide
Ignore me and everything I've done
For words like bullets they know when to come
And taste the tracks, and taste the tracks
Of the waste in my head and you face me instead
Well, ignore me and everything I said
For I am stupid, I am poison
I held in my hand but it's hard
So hard to see reason
Yeah, it's dark behind your smile
And I can follow... through
(Through, through, through, through)
I close my eyes and I pray
Yes, I pray
Yes, I pray
With your wild, call the pace
Taste the track of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
With your cold black-eyed teeth
Taste the tracks of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
With your cold black-eyed teeth
I close my eyes and I pray
Yes, I pray
Yes, I pray
Let it slide
Let it slide
Ignore me and everything I've done
For I am stupid, I am poison
I take this one and I taste the tracks
I taste the tracks of the waste in my head
And you face me instead
I must be drifting
Somewhere
I held in my hand but it's hard
So hard to see reason
The burning is here
Is only here to follow... through
But here it is harder than a screaming fist
And I hate it
Yeah, it's dark behind your smile and I can
Follow... through
(Drifting somewhere)
Somewhere
Let it slide
Let it slide
Ignore me and everything I've done
For words like bullets they know when to come
And taste the tracks, and taste the tracks
Of the waste in my head and you face me instead
Well, ignore me and everything I said
For I am stupid, I am poison
I held in my hand but it's hard
So hard to see reason
Yeah, it's dark behind your smile
And I can follow... through
(Through, through, through, through)
I close my eyes and I pray
Yes, I pray
Yes, I pray
With your wild, call the pace
Taste the track of the waste
With your wild, with your sweet
With your cold black-eyed teeth
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Writer(s): Alan Wilder
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