Where is the voice That would lead me here to fall Why is the dirt always something that I want Look over my shoulder Like a devil speaking for me Why is good always so boring There's no moral in our story We must be out of our minds We must be out of our minds Don't you see the cold hand Reaching in to grab But the felling is warm Stare, you're seeing me Can't you see me Turning on (coming in, coming in) All I need's a thought And I'm there Stealing in to guide While you're taking the fall Then, I'll leave you there Can't you see me Guiding on Where is the voice That would lead me here to fall Why is the dirt always something that I want Look over my shoulder Like a devil speaking for me Why is good always so boring There's no moral in our story We must be out of our minds We must be out of our minds Hey man, I just don't understand We'll medicate our lives with something true Hey man, I just don't understand We'll medicate our lives with something true All I need's a thought And I'm there Stealing in to guide While you're taking the fall Then, I'll leave you there Can't you see me Guiding on, guiding on Where is the voice That would lead me here to fall Why is the dirt always something that I want Look over my shoulder Like a devil speaking for me Why is good always so boring There's no moral in our story We must be out of our minds We must be out of our minds