Wait a minute
This may be boring
Is it less than a total mess?
In a minute this may turn sour if we last
Wait a minute
You may be boring icy holes in my snowy head
Ever dry and yet warmly melting in cold beds
Everyone’s looking tragic
Looking for the new panic
Looking for a new panic in anyone
He spun light into black skyscrapers
She hid weapons beneath her dress
Wait a minute
I may be boring you to death
Everyone’s looking tragic
Looking for the new panic
Looking for a new panic in anyone
What a total mess. I’ll take her
What a total mess. I’ll take him
What a total mess. I’ll take her
What a total mess. I’ll take them
Everyone’s looking tragic
Looking for the new panic
Looking for a new panic in anyone
Everyone’s looking panicked
Looking for something tragic
Looking for a new panic in anyone