I can feel the earth begin to move. I hear my needle hit the groove. And spiral through another day. I hear my song begin to say. Kiss me where the sun don’t shine. The past was yours. But the future’s mine. You’re all out of time. I don’t feel too steady on my feet. I feel hollow I feel weak. Passion fruit and holy bread. Fill my guts and ease my head. Through the early morning sun. I can see her here she comes. She bangs the drums. Have you seen her have you heard. The way she plays there are no words. To describe the way I feel. How could it ever come to pass. She’ll be the first she’ll be the last. To describe the way I feel. The way I feel. Have you seen her have you heard. The way she plays there are no words. To describe the way I feel. How could it ever come to pass. She’ll be the first she’ll be the last. To describe the way I feel. The way I feel. Have you seen her have you heard. The way she plays there are no words. To describe the way I feel. How could it ever come to pass. She’ll be the first she’ll be the last. To describe the way I feel. The way I feel