Your face is armed with a sabotage of lipstick
You stumble round like a figure made of matchsticks
Step off of the brake, you're a crash about to happen
Step into the page, how you fascinate
Anaesthetised in a room of alterations
Politicised by the carvings and the blackbirds
Step off of the brake, you're a crash about to happen
Step into the page, how you fascinate
And we stop, and we stare, and we wait for it to happen
And we stop, and we stare, and we wait for it to happen
Only want you when you're breaking up
Why do they only want you when you're cracking up?
Step off of the brake, you're a step away from falling
Step into the page, how you fascinate
And we stop, and we stare, and we wait for it to happen
And we stop, and we stare, and we wait for it to happen
And we stop, and we stare, and we wait for it to happen
And we stop, and we stare, and we wait for it to happen
Step off of the brake, you're a crash about to happen
A crash about to happen
You fascinate
