I keep on looking around for the bottom of the hillnMy voice can't take me there, but my habit sure willnnMirrors and dancers, can you relatenI've got a need for all I takenEight is great, nine is betternAnd skin like leather soon enoughnnProtects me and I can't feel or saynEverybody wants to move faster and fasternThe problem is after, you can't slow downnSlow-motional fall, three seconds forevernnAnd pleasure is seven seconds awaynI'm dead in a minute, I've been here for hoursnnBut hours in the shower never cleaned it awaynYou've got to take your pleasures awaynI'm sick and I'm sunk, a boat a trunk drunknnBut lonely never felt this way not oncenYou've got to take your pleasures awaynJaws of glass, I laughnBroken now by silence graspnnI've fallen down, the sound, the cold groundnEverybody wants to move faster and fasternThe problem is after, you can't slow downnnSlow-motional fall, three seconds forevernAnd pleasure is seven seconds awaynLucid maynEverybody want to move faster and fasternnThe problem is after, you can't slow downnSlow-motional fall, three seconds forevernAnd pleasure is seven seconds awaynnI'm dead in a minute, I've been here for hoursnBut hours in the shower never cleaned it awaynYou've got to take your pleasures awaynnI'm sick and I'm sick, a boat a trunk drunknBut lonely never felt this way not oncenYou've got to take your pleasures away