All that you want, you never have it all Lying on my back, waiting for your call Images are stacked, the radio is low And my heart is too Sleepin' in your bed, I wonder where you go Walkin' all your floors, I've tickets to the show See ya dancin' hands all glorious in cold In the colour blue So put on my suit and I race toward the light And I chase your shadow from here into the night What I want from this world has been pushed out with the tide Do I want you now? Is the space too close? She chews her gum with her mouth closed But her eyes stay slow