Innerspace Jack
Year after year, weaved by threads and needles
Like an old shirt you don´t want to throw away
Once radiant with well adjusted forms
A love that hangs by a thread
But tonight he won´t sleep
He ran away to hang around with the girl next door
He´s the craftsman of a three-step waltz and then he
leads
A dance that doesn´t allow any false steps
Every morning you wake up to build the hive
Slave to a boss with an iron fist
Who doesn´t care about you or your family
You dream about throwing the king in the dungeon
But tonight he won´t sleep
He ran away to hang around with the girl next door
He´s the craftsman of a three-step waltz and then he
leads
A dance that doesn´t allow any false steps
