Here comes the feeling
You wanna fight but you don't even try
Ooh, i wanna see it
Your phantom limb is right at your side
You got a feeling
The shock hits from neck to your spine
You're staring at the ceiling
It's some sorta crime
You gotta surmise

It hit me like a shockwave
Bury your head and forget where you are
Calling all the postmen
Deliver the words that no one will write
Antiquated evenings
Soft state but a brilliant surprise
Ooh, you gotta feel it
You're gonna surmise, you're gonna surmise

We are, we are, we are
We are coming around
We are, we are, we are
We are coming around
We are, we are, we are
We are coming around
We are, we are, we are
We are coming around