Once the feeling calls
You play the part, break the heart
Until you feel alive
Scratch through the ceiling you love
To have your fun behined the gun
Till the feeling dies
And there's something, 
I'm working
There's something, 
I'm working
There's something, 
I'm working
Dark circles around your body
Soon you'll be stealing for
The odds and ends
We once were friends
Now you demean us
Back to the meaning
Of the way you are
You crashed the car
To make the fever rise
And there's something, 
I'm working
There's something, 
I'm working
There's something, 
I'm working
Dark circles around your body
Shift less inside your gut
We lay the card, the players apart
Used to be alike
Slips your aching heart
And once again
Without your friend
Come to be invited