It's out of hand Breathing like you're stoking a fire It'll never end It's out of hand Breathing like you're stoking a fire It'll never end Pounding like a bull with desire You're taking bait and leaving all the hooks in a pile She's over it But she's been around for a while Crack the whip Put a little smoke on the floor You can't tell if she's going or coming But you build it up twice as tall There's loose ends And ends that are tight like a trapeze wire You try to put it delicately But it always rushes out There's got to be a metaphor for the time we're in There's got to be an answer to define how we'll make it There's got to be a metaphor for the time we're in There's got to be an answer to define how we'll make it It's out of hand Breathing like you're stoking a fire It'll never end You're full of desire There's loose ends And ends like a wire And it'll never end Until it blows out There's got to be a metaphor for the time we're in There's got to be an answer to define how we'll make it There's got to be a metaphor for the time we're in There's got to be an answer to define how we'll make it There's got to be a metaphor For the time