Waking out of nowhere and I let you in. Till my imagination went for a spin. I've seen you every night, been making out since then. And still I wonder why everybody's saying that ice is thin.
This is how a road gets made. . Somebody walked on a virgin land. Someone else saw their tracks. And followed them, leaving a path. It seemed as though.
Walk the edge of America. Concrete beach to scrape my head. Inside the subway stinking fear and shame. Becomes the violent breath. . Hey boy, give your dreams a rest.
Jupiter risin'. through the floor. You require a little bit more. To excite. You will go. Gettin' busy. On the floor. . All about the way ya move it. When you really got to prove it.