I don't have the words to tell you about my night.
Let me squeeze it into your hand.
Hey! How's that for communication?
And it might be painful just to recognize,
but the words must pass between us.
Yours roll softly. Mine could be sand in your eyes.
Nothing ever spontaneously bloomed from that soil.

And although you say this can only lead to disaster;
you close your eyes. Jump and you're head first into the fire.

Running around with your head cut off.
But you'll find out that it's wasted time.
But it goes to show where your priorities lie.
In a distant comfortable place you know.
And I hang my head in shame just 'cause I can't draw you near me.
Oh fortuna - you are the center of my grave misfortune.

And although you say this can only lead to disaster;
you close your eyes. Jump and you're head first into the fire.
And your decision to resist. All the reasons you don't want this.
Well, C, C, C, is for comfort. And you'll break the zone or else you'll break me.

And we're tempted just to lie, to make a break away from it.
Fly away from everything that could harm us.
But the screams from the ground and, "Honey: look what I found."
It gives you the strength to come back down with me a try.

And although you say this can only lead to disaster;
you close your eyes. Jump and you're head first into the fire.
And your decision to resist. All the reasons you don't want this.
Well, C, C, C, is for comfort. And you'll break the zone or else you'll break me.