Besedila: Linoleum. Dissent.

You sat down, standing out
You're acting strange
And I feel tense
'Cause I can sense
That you're insane

Your eyes on fire burning bright
Your lips are wet
I thought you could have pulled a gun
You took out your cigarette

And it looked to me
Like you'd been going down too long
It looked to me
Like you'd been on the ground too long
Then later on, I'm going home

I think I see you everywhere
Down in the station, round a corner
In the darkness
You wait to catch me unaware
Will it be you walking me home?

And I feel strange
Like I've been in this town too long
You make me strange
Seems I've been hanging round too long

You sat down, standing out
You're acting strange
And I feel tense
'Cause I can sense
That you're insane

I look for you walking me home
It's funny how
Seems I've been hanging round too long
I've been in this town too long