Besedila: The Catherine Wheel. Idle Life.

Give me soap to shave around
Give me soap to shave around
With my guts exposed and slippy

Don't let them rush me
Don't hesitate, don't let them take me away
'Cause there's nothing wrong
There's a melody in everyone
That keeps me away from the light

Shine, I give my first story as I live the idle life
The leaping color keeps your heart alive
A creeping glow beside you, lava like
Shine, you make your own glory
Come on take the idle life, sky high
A foreign guy, I'm God's own prototype
A blushing bride who loves an idle life

Always above me, I light the day
Here rise the sun, I embrace
And there's nothing wrong
There's an apogee in everyone
That keeps you awake and alive

Shine, I gave my own story, now I live the idle life
I know my foes may get me overnight
I'm safe and dry, I'm God's own prototype
Shine, you crown your own glory
Come on take the idle life
Creeping color fills your heart tonight
We see no others in our idle lives, yeah, yeah, yeah