Lyrics:

When youre in some bad light
In the climbing flood
And you kneel before them
Its common sense
Its practical
Lay low

One moment I beg
I bolt
On a thousand legs

What you cant say swallow
At the moment Im bored
Buried more and more and more and more

I slam my finger
In the door of love
Goddamn the judging
Stranger judge

All I want, all that I want

A burning bush or
A button to push
A chance encounter
With common sense
Common sense