Foot on the brake
Yes, let's just slow down
You are not the same when you are not around
And though a pure church has taken over this plainly heretical town
I don't know if I can dig it
Leave all your armor over there by the door
Don't you tell me about karma,
I don't want to hear it anymore
There's something familiar in the way that you stapled my wrists to the floor
But I cannot put my finger on it
I don't know what I've done
I don't know what I've done wrong
Forget the Broad Street Line, it still runs but what for
Naked in the city light
You stood abused, mistaken, more than just a little bit bored
But I will be with you as you shuffle your innocent weight to the floor
To dance for no reason at all
I don't know what I've done
I don't know what I've done wrong
