Late at night, nine to five, and I might just see what is there, what's inside. What I see, who is me and I hear something weird, and I can't hold tight. It's that sound, underground, that I found and I look everywhere, all around. No one's there, no one cares, no one dares to go there, beyond all your doubts. And I'd rather be something than see you be someone. I'd rather see you trembling than tell you why. R.: Try crawling into the sea of sound, try drowning in the hole in the ground. Try walking - we could find a reason in the shoes that you can feel, try shocking - we're each other's poison me, an electric eel. So it goes again. Late at night, black to white, everyone's out of sight, watching warning signs, you're the knight, but not quite, let's stay out of the fight, and drink burning wine. it's just fair to stay bare, pull my hair, don't you dare let it stay behind, I'm the queen, you're a teen, let's not get too obscene, never get defined. And I'd rather say nothing than tell you what's fine. I'd rather watch you burning than pass you by. R. So it goes again. (3×)