Out Of Hand

It's out of hand.

Breathing like you're stoking a fire.

It'll never end.

Pounding like a bull with desire.

You're taking bait and leaving all the hooks in a pile.

She's over it,

But she's been around for a while.

Crack the whip.

Put a little smoke on the floor.

You can't tell if she's going or coming,

But you build it up twice as tall.

There's loose ends,

And ends that are tight like a trapeze wire.

You try to put it delicately,

But it always rushes out.

There's got to be a metaphor for the time we're in.

There's got to be an answer to define how we'll make it.

There's got to be a metaphor for the time we're in.

There's got to be an answer to define how we'll make it.

It's out of hand.

Breathing like you're stoking a fire.

It'll never end.

You're full of desire

There's loose ends,

And ends like a wire.

And it'll never end

Until it blows out

There's got to be a metaphor for the time we're in.

There's got to be an answer to define how we'll make it.

There's got to be a metaphor for the time we're in.

There's got to be an answer to define how we'll make it.

There's got to be a metaphor

For the time.