Thinking of reverting back to pacifiers Just like at birth A nicotine thumb or foot in the mouth when I say too much I won't have to work it out When I'm watching you exhausting me With patience and trust in the law meant to be You drown yourself in a third dimension colour scene When it's quiet I'll tell you I don't mind I'm not there with you I keep dreaming of children with open arms I'm being born or waking up From one giant, self-indulgent, mother-fucking fall I worked it out When I was watching you exhausting me With patience and trust in the law meant to be I invent just another third dimension catastrophe And I'm tired I tell you I don't want to be here with you And there was another you and me I began to wrestle for who took the wrong direction I know you were meant for me I even offered to take the wrong... You take the wrong direction for you and me I took the wrong direction I know I know It is returned to me