| You're always looking for reasons, | |
| You don't know what it's for, | |
| You always hide your feelings, | |
| When you're on the floor. | |
| Can I find this rhythm? | |
| Can I set you free? | |
| I'm a faulty circuit, | |
| I know what I need. | |
| I would scream, | |
| I would shout shout shout shout shout | |
| I would move, | |
| To the drums that hit my feet. | |
| I would scream, | |
| I would shout shout shout shout shout | |
| I would move, | |
| To the drums that hit my feet. | |
| Am I science fiction? | |
| Have I lost my soul? | |
| In my imagination, | |
| I'm girl next door. | |
| Am I wired for motion? | |
| Am I sad to see? | |
| I'm photographic, | |
| Memory... | |
| I would scream | |
| I would shout shout shout shout shout | |
| I would move | |
| To the drums that hit my feet | |
| I would scream | |
| I would shout shout shout shout shout | |
| I would move | |
| To the drums that hit my feet | |
| To the drums that hit my feet | |
| To the drums that hit my feet | |
| To the drums that hit my feet | |
| To the drums that hit my feet |