I'm waiting till I'm born again
I'm waiting to be bored again
There is not much unconsciousness left
That could take over
You look at me as if I was a shitty magazine
But when I touch you, you'll explode

Waking up with the TV on
The night is almost over
Burning bridges like a match

We might as well show up
Creation eats creator
What we had is almost gone
Another touch would be one too much

That's the least you could do for us
And not even that was hidden in your purse
Don't try to start paying back your debt
You can't ever balance out the hurt
Earth is a selfish lover

Waking up with the TV on
The night is almost over
Burning bridges like a match
We might as well show up
Creation eats creator
What we had is almost gone
Another touch would be on too much

Keep loading the raft you're floating on
First comes a tide, you had a nice ride
Make it disappear
You got it You got it You got it You got it