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