Some like to play you blind
Just to win
For a flower to grow
The seed must rot

Change my mind there in the dark
Down the lift and cave form
No one here, nobody's face
Oh, my friend the walls
Outside they all grow fear
Off the record
When nobody is there
My friend the walls

When I get my hands on you
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
When I get my hands on you
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
Oh oh oh-oh oh oh
When I get my hands on you

In the dark
Changes his mind
Everybody thinks to
The name of a street
Sad, solemn day

When I get my hands on you
Oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh
When I get my hands on you
Oh-oh-oh
Oh oh oh-oh oh oh
Oh oh oh-oh oh oh
When I get my hands on you
Oh-oh-oh (oh-oh-oh)
Oh-oh-oh (oh-oh-oh)
Oh-oh oh oh
Oh oh oh-oh oh oh
Oh oh oh-oh oh oh
Oh oh oh-oh oh oh
Oh oh oh-oh oh

Writing songs
Close the door
All I've loved since '94
So I don't wanna give away
But I give it anyway
On the floor
Close the door
I can't watch this anymore

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Writer(s): Alex Carapetis, Amir Yaghmai, Jacob Simon Bercovici, Jeff Kite, Jeramy Gritter, Julian Casablancas