Not here for the riddle Maybe just a little Jump in the middle All eyes on me like i'm blowing a whistle The chrome like a pistol A tone that could take your thrown if I wish too Blown like a tissue Yeah I do miss you Yeah we could talk but Mad that your caught up Couldn't interfere with the talk that you bought up Balls in the court Like Causing a stir like Used what you heard but Too many words Deep down with the termites Yeah it burns bright Didn't deter mine Stop for the turn signs Signs turning After 9 if the Lines working Your worst advice when your mind lurking New york new york im skirting Skkrt Home used to be with you I'm always getting through to you Say how I'm feeling Your life has been on the move Say how i mean it If you seen what i seen then you wouldn't believe it I always get through to you But lately you've seemed so blue I know that you don't owe me news My home used to be with you Will I always get through to you? This is sick mode Travellin the brick road Wax candles flick the ash from the wick slow Ticked low can't decide what is though Never really home but I still made the list though Bisto dripped like gravy Still make the float still get crazy Still got my mixed hope Stood on my tip toes Took on the big role the ice don't phase me Face heavy, gaze deadly Hella leaks when they siphon petty If you feel like the time not ready Lets move on past like fresh new grass Or brand new senators Never could measure us Slip of the tongue but the talk is venemous Stormed away-out cos they just coudnt just weather us Yeah i had a thought But now its not relevant Like... like now it's not relevant Now it's not relevant Lately it seems so good I know that you don't owe me news My home is to be with you Will I Always Get Through To You? Lately it seems so good I know that you don't owe me news My home is to be with you Will I Always Get Through To You?