You look seem so unreal
And so does the way I feel
We should stay together
But I can't conceive it
Like a casual happening

I try to step on the brakes
But you turn me on
More than I can take
You know that sometimes I feel like
I'm born everything
To die everynight

A big yellow envelope
Hides my failures
Feeds my hopes
But at the end of the night
My stomach oches
My throat is dry

A little metal tube
And a plastic bag
Make our life complete
A little bit strange, like a ritual
Then something goes wrong
Don't ask me why