I know you’re waiting
I hear you cry in the night
Always it’s too late for your love
(That’s why I say)

Here I am with you on the weekend
Here I am driving you home
Why’ve you been cutting me to pieces?
Here we are like Scissors to Stone

I’ve got your number
I know your voice on the phone
I want your emotions for my own

I’ve got the fever
I know the heat is on
1 more minute with you, girl, and you’re gone

We talk it out, but I always get
Cut out in the middle of the conversation
I turn back, set myself to not get burned this time
No sound but the silver moon
Satellite trails & constellations
Silence

Under the streetlight
I see you walk on by
Watching the moonlight in my eyes

Here I am
Scissors to Stone
I’ve got the fever
Scissors to Stone
Cut me up