know what you're thinking
it's probably what's best for me
i met a voice outside my head
don't break those rocks and start again
know what you're thinking
probably what's best for me
from a heart that's far from home
of course you're not coped with
never pressure under fire
never leave the mother's cry
i know what you're thinking
those words you'll be eating
while there's rats up in the ceiling
the only place we're meeting