I live under a giant cloud

Well it's my shield, and it's my shroud

At home on the range, but alone in the crowd

I plug my ears when it gets too loud, yah

So get that kinky noise out on the stage

With your spinnin' curls in a purple rage

The sun in our eyes, and a burning sage

You're all alone then you turn the page

Could it be? Yah it could be

Could it be? That you're for me, yah

I'm lookin' right to your head

And talkin' to you seems to wake the dead

But what now you just said

I think we're gonna break the bed

Hands in the air and knees on the ground

Don't be surprised if I fall around

We were over the water, when the plane went down

It was over my head and you let me drown

Could it be? Yah it could be

Could it be? That you're for me, yah

I'm lookin right to your head

And talkin' to you is gonna wake the dead

But what now you just said

I think we're gonna break the bed

I'm lookin' right to your head

And talkin' to is gonna wake the dead

But what now you just said

I think we're gonna break the bed

I think we're gonna break the bed