Look now, look all around, there’s no sign of life. Voices, another sound, can you hear me now?
Look now, look all around, there’s no sign of life. Voices, another sound, can you hear me now?
In touch with the ground, I’m on the hunt I’m after you. A scent and a sound, I’m lost and I’m found, and I’m hungry like the wolf.
Safe in the heat of the moment, a stillness that comes to me when I’m close to you.
Every little thing the reflex does leaves you answered with a question mark.
Destroyed by MTV, I hate to bite the hand that feeds me.