Subdued And I won't fly this room
My senses come undue
When I think of you
This haze turns my mind, waves slip into a daze
From John's black hole
Into this black hole
Into this black hole
Into this black hole
Except you, I'd rather fly this room
My senses come unglued
When I think of you
As haze turns on my place I slip into a daze
Into this black hole
Into this black hole
Into this black hole
Into this black hole.
