The innocent do not rush
And I long bide my time
Well baby I was on your conscience
You were only on my mind

Ah-hah-hah
Ah-hah-hah

You mistake the ache of your body
Does not start nor stop with me
You, you are good at what you do
You, you are bad at what you move

Ah-hah-hah
Ah-hah-hah

Oh how you love me like a sinner
How tall my leaving reasons grew
I could not stand I had no centre
I was just paper being moved

Ah-hah-hah
Ah-hah-hah
Ah-hah-hah
Ah-hah-hah

When you mean, to send word
When you mean every word that you send
You must move your mouth
You must move your mouth

Ah-hah-hah
Ah-hah-hah
Ah-hah-hah
Ah-hah-hah

I wreck no home
No home but my own
Oh, to be free!
Oh, to be free!
To be free!
To be free!

Ah-hah-hah
Ah-hah-hah
Ah-hah-hah
Ah-hah-hah
Ah-hah-hah
Ah-hah-hah
Ah-hah-hah
Ah-hah-hah