Something is wrong with the back of its head, taking its time as you frame what it said,
Its name isn't scary and ways are not bad, but its got a thing with its seventh step dad
Get lost in place, It can't find the way, Skin in outerspace
And when you go, all you know, is the flow
Rising tide, with no eyes, and everybodys lovin' so get in line
Its made out of leather and breathes heaps of gold, it smiles when angry and cries when its cold
But what does it love when it knows what it need? Who really cares when its just company
Get lost in place, It can't find the way, Skin in outerspace
And when you go, all you know, is the flow
Rising tide, with no eyes, and everybodys lovin' so get in line
Rising tide, with no eyes, and everybodys lovin' so get in line
