Lyrics:

I live under a giant cloud Well its my shield, and its my shroud At home on the range, but alone in the crowd I plug my ears when it gets too loud, yah So get that kinky noise out on the stage With your spinnin curls in a purple rage The sun in our eyes, and a burning sage Youre all alone then you turn the page Could it be? Yah it could be Could it be? That youre for me, yah Im lookin right to your head And talkin to you seems to wake the dead But right now you just said I think were gonna break the bed Hands in the air and knees on the ground Dont be suprised if I fall around We were over the water, when the plane went went I was over my head and you let me drown Could it be? Yah it could be Could it be? That youre for me, yah Im lookin right to your head And talkin to you seems to wake the dead But right now you just said I think were gonna break the bed Im lookin right to your head And talkin to you seems to wake the dead But right now you just said I think were gonna break the bed I think were gonna break the bed