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.