Same old road, the dirt is moving circles and I'm shifting cogs I'm left inside your soldiers with my pistols on So please i gotta get into your soul Falling down the stairs inside your buildings and the boulders come No place to hide I'm left without a second option So please I gotta get into your soul Golden sound, the waves of rye are swirling and I'm holding on, You're coming round to early peer into the sun So I can get a look inside your soul You are what I've found And I am what you wanted You have got to move your feet in ambiguous patterns You are what I've found And I am what you wanted You have got to read the signs they're a little to obvious Same old road, the dirt is moving circles and I'm shifting cogs I'm left inside your soldiers with my pistols on So please i gotta get into your soul Falling down You are what I've found And I am what you wanted You have got to read the signs they're a little to obvious You are what I've found And I am what you wanted You have got to move your feet in ambiguous patterns