One to lure me in Two to calm me down Three the fun begins Four murder the mind The last of my sickening thoughts Are of you Sleeping around Always downtown bound A bullet to the eye Soft inside I feel I am getting closer There are signs and there are marks Somebody is leaving notes And someone is always waiting in the park I feel I am getting closer I am burning with a blinding pain But I fear that once I get there The story will be the same Touch it, smooth as glass Scratch it, leave a mark Dig in a little deeper Make sure you leave a scar The images in my head were never of you Sleeping around Always downtown bound A bullet to the eye Soft inside I feel I am getting closer There are signs and there are marks Somebody is leaving notes And someone is always waiting in the park I feel I am getting closer I am burning with a blinding pain But I fear that once I get there The story will be the same I feel I am getting closer There are signs and there are marks Somebody is leaving notes And someone is always waiting in the park I feel I am getting closer I am burning with a blinding pain But I fear that once I get there The story will be the same