You've got so much behind things,
your act is so amazing,
yet death is a sin of time.
Crazy as things can be,
they never ever smother me,
so everything lays down in line.

whatacall
whatacall
whatacall
whatacall

Fire smooths the thin layers of your eyes,
in the darkness we hear your cries,
as deceiving and wreckless as it is.
Pull me over honey,
I'm laughing so it must be funny,
as I sit and let things fizz.

whatacall
whatacall
whatacall
whatacall

Insane, deranged, everything has changed,
as the light bulb burns out with me.
Delayed, never payed, trying to get laid,
as I watch and see if you hit me.