Vārdi: Feeder. Polythene. Crash.

I put my best foot first and it got burnt
Communication always hurts
I've got myself so deep inside a hole
I taste the air go thin as I get old, as I get old
(I don't think so)

She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when I crash down
Build me wings so I can glide
She's my novocaine ride (novocaine)

Pick up the pieces of my world
Glue them together, I wish I could
I can't believe it as the picture fades
Just like a TV, but the sound remains
(I don't think so) no (I don't think so)

She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when I crash down
Build me wings so I can glide
She's my novocaine ride (novocaine)

Feel it as I shake
Shatter illusions fade
Taste my bitter tears
Cut my heart with shears
I don't think so, I don't think so

She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when I crash down
Build me wings so I can glide
She's my novocaine ride (novocaine)

She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when I crash down.
Novacaine