of running 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees Something cool Against the skin Is what you could be Something cool Against the skin Is what you Could be needing 99.9
As a child You have a doll You see this doll Sitting in her chair You watch her face Her knees apart Her eyes of glass In a secretive stare She seems
I'd like to help you doctor Yes I really really would But the din in my head It's too much and it's no good I'm standing in a windy tunnel Shouting
You make a really good girl As girls go Still kind of look like a guy I never thought to wonder why If I could pull this off Would I know for certain
Mother the doctor knows something is wrong Cause my body has strange information He's looked in my eyes and knows I'm not a child But he doesn't dare
When blood sees blood Of its own It sings to see itself again It sings to hear the voice it's known It sings to recognize the face One body split and
I stand in a wide flat land No shadow or shade of a doubt Whore the megaphone man Met the girl with her hand that's Covering most of her mouth Fall
In Liverpool On Sunday No traffic On the avenue The light is pale and thin Like you No sound, down In this part of town Except for the boy in the belfry
Excuse me If I may Turn your attention My way One moment I won't plead It isn't much It's what I need And what's so small to you Is so large to me If
If sand waves were sound waves What song would be in the air now What stinging tune Could split this endless noon And make the sky swell with rain
When heroes go down They go down fast So don't expect any time to Equivocate the past When heroes go down They land in flame So don't expect any slow
If you were in my movie I'd have you as the doctor Small black bag And a big black coat I'd have you make a house call To the woman You could lay your
running 99.9 fahrenheit degrees Something cool Against the skin Is what you could be Something cool Against the skin Is what you Could be needing 99.9
When blood sees blood of it's own It sings to see itself again It sings to hear the voice it's known It sings to recognize the face One body split and
I stand in a wide flat land No shadow or shade of a doubt Where the megaphone man Met the girl with her hand that's Covering most of her mouth Fall in
runnin' 99.9 Fahrenheit degrees Something cool against the skin Is what you could be Something cool against the skin Is what you could be needing 99.9
