Mad Dog Loose Back Into History
Well I can listen to your whisper in the morning in a fight And squeeze your Bahamas for a sentimental delight Well does it really seem to matter in the words that I can shape And say the way you understand Like water running down into your private lake Stay up all night Multicoloured and bright She's coming down to me Keep me running wild Forgotten stories to write Back into history Well am I really only talking to listen to myself And touch the electricity Of words combining thought about the way you felt And then we're swinging in a circle moment circus of a day Run into each other smashing secrets all about out little crossing way Stay up all night Multicoloured and bright She's coming down to me Keep me running wild Forgotten stories to write Back into history
