Pale as a white light Hot like a dull knife Smoking like dry ice Counting to five, then ten Sudden slow dive, chasing a high I can feel it waiting underneath my eyes If you think you need something to hide You can take it over, you can always borrow one of mine Weak, softly in the knees It's one of these Separate the colors I can't see Burning on my skin, pushing pins in, oh so slowly I sway side to side, waiting to strike I can feel it boiling underneath my eyes If you think you need something to hide You can take it over, you can always borrow one of mine I sway side to side, waiting to strike I can feel it boiling underneath my eyes If you think you need something to hide You can take it over, you can always borrow one of mine