I believe in coming cleannI hope everything gets cleannLong before we start againnWash the history from my skin, skinnnBoy's got scissors in his pocketnHe dreams of holding something specialnCuts the heart out of his pillownHe cuts the heart and hopes it's cleannnDo you want this to be more than anything?nDo you need this to live more than oxygen?nnAlways want the things that we don't havenEven when the last time we just spat and screamednSo scrub some sense into my backnScrub some sense and make it clean, cleannnDo you want this to be more than anything?nDo you need this to live more than oxygen?nMore than oxygennMore than oxygennnSand in the bed stops me sleeping nWake with the birds (?), they're all talkingnCuts to the quick, coz that's still weed me (?)nCoz love is the slug and he's still squrimingnnOh sand in the bed stops me sleepingnWake with the birds (?), they're all talkingnCuts to the quick, this is boringnLess song function, press somebody (?)nnMore than oxygennMore than oxygennMore than oxygennWill you tell me what you need more than oxygen?n