Bush - Solutions

Devil you know
Is back here again
Devil is stoned
He's making friends
We move we break
We're sun we're shade
You come you go
We're fast we're slow

Blood on your dress
Hole in your sky
Blanket has gone
To permanent night
We're glued we break
We're all dilate
We please we pain
...Again

She checks her head
She's in the smoke
Figuring way to turn
Now she's got the rope

We need solutions
A brain megaphone
We need solutions
A brain megaphone

You've broken your shoes
You look like winter
You're all in a bruise
Handful of splinters
We brood we flake
We torch we take

Rebound rebirth cocooned from hurt
I could be wrong I could be right
But do you think we'll make it out of here alive

We need solutions
A brain megaphone
We need solutions
We need to call this home
A brain megaphone

She makes me see God
I'm out on a line
Any way the pleasure comes


We need solutions
A brain megaphone
A brain megaphone
We need to call this home...