Besedila: Willard Grant Conspiracy. Sticky.

I'm slidin' underneath
Your skin again
You get so sticky
When you're wakin' up

I'm slidin' underneath
The sheets again
I get so tired
I can't get up

You're dancin' out
On the ledge again
100 feet above
The bed it seems

And when I feel
Like I'm joinin' in
I get so scared
I get so scared

I'm a particle in motion
I'm a box of broken strings
And I'm feelin' well oiled
I don't know anything

I'm a particle in the motion
I'm a box of broken strings
And I'm feelin' well oiled
I don't know anything

I don't know anything
I don't know anything
I don't know anything
I don't know anything
I don't know anything