I live under a giant cloud

Well its my shield, and its my shroud

At home on the range, but alone in the crowd

I plug my ears when it gets too loud, yah



So get that kinky noise out on the stage

With your spinnin curls in a purple rage

The sun in our eyes, and a burning sage

Youre all alone then you turn the page



Could it be? Yah it could be

Could it be? That youre for me, yah

Im lookin right to your head

And talkin to you seems to wake the dead

But right now you just said

I think were gonna break the bed



Hands in the air and knees on the ground

Dont be suprised if I fall around

We were over the water, when the plane went went

I was over my head and you let me drown



Could it be? Yah it could be

Could it be? That youre for me, yah

Im lookin right to your head

And talkin to you seems to wake the dead

But right now you just said

I think were gonna break the bed



Im lookin right to your head

And talkin to you seems to wake the dead

But right now you just said

I think were gonna break the bed

I think were gonna break the bed