Say Hi Outside, Lookin' In
Don't make a move
Don't blink or breath
I hope that no telephones ring
A tiny twig snaps beneath your feet
And we'll have blown the entire
Thing
And we'll be on the outside, lookin' in
Whoa Ooh Whoa Oh
I heard it used to be different: the hot-button more like lukewarm. But things have changed: priorities, margins on paper and
Currency
And we'll be on the outside, lookin' in
Whoa Ooh Whoa Oh
