All the could bes buzzin' 'round. My mind a thousand tiny clouds. And now I cannot see the sun. All the worries on my list. Rush like lemmings off a cliff.
Rubbing salt in my wounds. Like it don't hurt, like it don't hurt me. Your sweet, bitter love songs. That seduce me with a sinister beat. . I'm bringing out the worst in you.
Everyday theres a thousand things. that somehow pass us by. Gana cut through the noise. So you can know what love sounds like. I'm comin' to your frequency.