My sixth sense tells me something's wronge here
I'm used to steering straight
You look at something standing
It's crumbling away

You leave me sometimes wheelings
All by myself
If you keep on changing signal
It stops somewhere else

It's only madness
It's alright now
The signals turning

Won't be stuck anymore here
All by myself
Can't live a life of competing
With somebody else

The light's green - I won't stop

The green light's come and all is clear here
I need you to change form red
If you look for their promises
They will stop you dead