Текст Spacehog – Senses Working Overtime

Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I’ve got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime

Hey, hey, night fights day
There’s food for the thinkers and the innocents
All live slowly, all live slowly
My, my, the sky will cry
Jewels for the thirsty and the guilty ones
All die slowly, all die slowly

And all the world is biscuit shaped
Its just for me to feed my face
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I’ve got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this all in
I’ve got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference ‘tween the lemon and lime
Pain and pleasure and the church bells gently chime

And birds might fall from black skies
And bullies might give you black eyes
And buses might skid on black ice
But to me they’re very, very beautiful, beautiful

And all the world is football shaped
Its just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smell, touch, taste
And I’ve got one, two, three, four, five