Elastica

And now we find
Looking back at your state of mind,
Was it all just a cover up,
Woke your mother up,
You were on tv.

Did the devil say to you,
You can make it through,
I'll take you to the top
And now that you're heaven bent
And it pays the rent,
Is it hard to stop ?

S.o.f.t.
Thought you knew the score
S.o.f.t.
Always wanted more
S.o.f.t.
Are you sure you're sure
S.o.f.t.

And now we find
Looking back at your state of mind,
Was it all just a cover up,
Broke your mother up,
On my tv.

Did the devil say to you,
You can make it through
I'll take you to the shop
And in a dress too small
To be a dress at all
Is it hard to stop ?

S.o.f.t.
Thought you knew the score
S.o.f.t.
Always wanted more
S.o.f.t.
Are you sure you're sure
S.o.f.t.

John's gone his senses loaded
Over by your house, you know
It's so basic

John's gone, his senses loaded
over by your house it's so basic
I think you're faking
have a good time but don't get into my head
Do you recommend I wait a while
direct and live or keep it constant
and selective blue
I can read your mind
if you want to I will let you blue
I can read your mind if you want to

John's gone, he needs attention
do you understand his inclination
I've seen you shaking
come down here and I'll show you the wrong way
try to rearrange this tired old line
connect this smile and keep it standard
and reflective blue
I can read your mind
If you want to I will let you blue

And now we find
Looking back at your state of mind,
Was it all just a cover up?
Woke your mother up
You were on TV

Did the devil say to you
You can make it through
I'll take you to the top
And now that you're heaven bent
And it pays the rent
Is it hard to stop?

Chorus:

S.O.F.T Thought you knew the score
S.O.F.T Always wanted more
S.O.F.T Are you sure you're sure
S.O.F.T

And now we find
Looking back at your state of mind
Was it all just a cover up?
Broke your mother up
On my TV

Did the devil say to you
You can make it through
I'll take you up the shop
And in a dress too small
To be a dress at all
Is it hard to stop?

Rpt. Chorus

No need to whine boy
Like a wind up toy you stutter at my feet
And it's never the time boy
You've had too much wine to stumble up my street
Well it isn't a problem
Nothing we can't keep between the sheets
Tell me you're mine love
And I will not wait for other bedtime treats

(Chorus:)
Is there something you lack
When I'm flat on my back
Is there something that I can do for you?
It's always something you ate
Or it's something you hate
Tell me is it the way that I touch you?
Have you found a new mate
And is she really great
Is it just that I'm much too much for you?

Don't feed me a line boy
I can hear that voice you use upon the phone
And there's no need to be coy
That is something you can do upon your own
Well it isn't a problem
Nothing we can't solve so just relax
Am I on the wrong train love
And will I have to tie you to the tracks

(rpt chorus)

I really want you to
I really want you to

See that animal get some heavy metal
Watch the world go singing sha-la-la-la
White stick happiness, will we ever know how it feels, how it feels?
I feel your tatoo on mine, but I can't wash it off this time
Oh it's time, oh it's time, oh it's time, oh it's time.

See that drug act, that AC/DC drag act on the wires in the sky tonight
Fifteen new cities, but will we ever know how it feels, how it feels.
I feel my tatoo on you, it's a sweet thing Terry, but it's not true
It's not true, It's not true, It's not true, It's not true.

It's a sign of devotion
You made everybody else seem insane
You filled my head with your notions
You made everybody else seem so tame
In your bed I lay reeling
You made everybody else seem a shame
I knew from the way I was feeling
Nothing could ever be quite the same

I moved straight into your shoes
I took up your cause and answered your phone
I couldn't really imagine
What life was like when I was alone
Then I started to worry
I thought of our lives left on the shelf
Too much TV and curry
Too much time spent on ourselves

We were sitting in waiting
And I told you my plan
You were far too busy writing
Words that didn't scan
And you lent me your records
And I leant you an ear
Funny how it seems to me now
That you were never here
Never really here

In our bed I lay reeling
You made everybody else seem a shame
I knew from the way I was feeling
Nothing could ever be quite the same
It's a sign of devotion
You made everybody else seem so plain
Then it felt like going through the motions
First impressions never remain

We were sitting in waiting
And you told me your plan
I was far too busy writing
Rhymes that'll never scan
Now I've sold all your records
'Cause they give me the fear
Funny how it seems to me now
That you were never here
Never really here
Never really here

Riding on any wave,
That is the luck you crave,
They don't believe it now,
They just think it's stupid,
So got anything?
Anyone could have done,
Who would've cared at all,
not you.

Another heart has made the trade,
Forget it, forget it, forget it,
I don't understand how a heart is a spade,
But somehow the vital connection is made.

Riding on anything,
Anything's good enough,
Who would've thought it of
Someone like you,
Just as they brought me round,
Now that they brought you down,
Roundabout and roundabout
Who wants a life anyway?

Another heart has made the grade,
Forget it, forget it, forget it,
I don't understand how the last card is played,
But somehow the vital connection is made.

You could call me a car lover,
cause I love it in a motor,
And the way it feels,
To ride around on new wheels.

I hardly know you,
But I think I'm going to,
Let's go siesta,
In your Ford Fiesta.

(chorus:)
Here we go again,
I'm riding in your car,
Let me count to ten,
Cause it's gone way too far,
Up my street to nowhere,
You know what detours are,
Here we go again,
And it's gone way too far.

Sometimes I just can't function,
My heart's spaghetti Junction,
Every shining bonnet,
Makes me think of my back on it.

I just can't escape the feeling,
That I'd rather be free wheeling,
In every little Honda,
There may lurk a Peter Fonda,

(repeat chorus)

Don't stop shaking
It's my head that makes me want to second guess at a distance
Hoping there's a method to your madness baby
I might just understand if you obey me.

Hold me now I need assistance
I'd take somebody else if I could.

Walking down tree lined place so pensive in the country
I can't take the voodoo that you do
Just lust easier sussed real love makes me untrue
Hard to make a stew when the meat keeps looking up at you.

Hold me now I need assistance
Follow down the path of least resistance
Hold me now don't keep your distance
I'd take somebody else if I could
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Hold me now I need assistance
Who don't you take the path of least resistance
Hold me now do I need a license to hold you?

Hold me now i need assistance
Follow down the path of least resistance
Hold me now will it take a lifetime to hold you?