Take me down to corner of a million miles
Where time is a waste of time
Find me a pleasant tomb
And a wishing bone to be left alone with
I'll be waiting by the phone line

Tookah, you're mine
Said the girl you left her so divine
Woah, woah

Come down to the corner of my pain
It's been rigged, yeah anyway
I've been a lonesome babe more than I ever told
And breathe
Oh, your mind is a pleasure tomb
Drifting along the gold, gold, golden
Latch your senses override-ride

Tookah, you're mine
Said the girl you left her so divine
Tookah, mine
Woah

And breathe, oh your mind is a pleasure tomb
Drifting along the gold, gold, golden

Copyright: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Daniel De Mussenden Carey, Emiliana Torrini