na na na ah na na na nanah na na ah na nanna na na ah na na na nanah na na ah na nanncrash through the half-lightnof tomorrow morningnstranded in the daynyou were hurrying to get tondo you like the hands now thatnare tangled in your hair nownare they your own hands or are they somebody else's?nnna na na ah na na na nanah na na ah na nanna na na ah na na na nanah na na ah na nannlunge through the eveningnshred all the hoursni don't know what you wantnbut some december morningnput me in the aislenlooking through the aislentugging at the massnbecause the cutouts never match up with eyesnncrash through the half-lightnof tomorrow morningnstranded in the daynyou were hurrying to get tondo you like the hands now thatnare tangled in your hair nownare they your own hands or are they somebody else's handsnncrash through the half-lightnof tomorrow morningnstranded in the daynyou were hurrying to get tondo you like the hands now thatnare tangled in your hair nownare they your own hands or are they somebody else's