Coline is waiting for that aching feeling Sinking like a bug in the sand Her little finger on the trigger Of the gun she said she left with the land Slow down little girl you've got the whole world on the edge of your Another Cadillac is pulling into all the spaces under her watch The hands go round another hour as she sits and thinks of crossing the walk He broke the only satellite in sight The signal raining down on her She thinks she better go and (Shha) He has another go and (Shha) She thinks she better go and (Shha) He has another go and (Shha) Coline is waiting on that summer feeling Wants to see the blood in the air He sits up late at night with kryptonite Deciding on reciting the prayer Her dress is torn into a red home-brew of pain and aching fear and despair He's on the scattered line that fleeting time is lurching like a grizzly bear The only thing that's keeping him alive Is knowing that she's out there somewhere She thinks she better go and (Shha) He has another go and (Shha) She thinks she better go and (Shha) He has another go and (Shha)