Our time is hanging on the line
If you wanna know the reason
Will you look into the crime
Cause it's your mind, your mind

Our sex is emptiness undressed
If you wanna know the secret
Well you look behind the mess
Cause it's your sex, your sex

Our bed is nothing like you said
If you wanna see the covers
Well you look inside my head
Cause it's your bed, your bed

Your mind is nothing close to kind
If you wanna know the feeling
You can fade into my eyes
Cause it's your mind, your mind

I want to make you find somebody else
Cause you're so sick
I want to take you nowhere, nowhere now
Lunatic

Our sex is nothing but a wreck
If you wanna know the secret
Well you gotta see the mess
Cause it's your sex, your sex

Her world of jealousy is unfurled
If you wanna know the reason
Well you gotta see the girl
Cause it's her world, her world

I want to make you find somebody else
Cause you're so sick
I want to take you nowhere, nowhere now
Lunatic
I want to take you over, over now
And disappear
I want to see you nothing, nothing now
Disappear
Disappear
Disappear

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Writer(s): Jack Loyd Grisham, Ronald Lewis Emory, Sean Greaves