Coline is waiting for that aching feeling
Sinking like a bug in the sand
Her little finger on the trigger
Of the gun she said she left with the land
Slow down little girl you've got the whole world on the edge of your
Another Cadillac is pulling into all the spaces under her watch
The hands go round another hour as she sits and thinks of crossing the walk
He broke the only satellite in sight
The signal raining down on her
She thinks she better go and
(Shha)
He has another go and
(Shha)
She thinks she better go and
(Shha)
He has another go and
(Shha)
Coline is waiting on that summer feeling
Wants to see the blood in the air
He sits up late at night with kryptonite
Deciding on reciting the prayer
Her dress is torn into a red home-brew of pain and aching fear and despair
He's on the scattered line that fleeting time is lurching like a grizzly bear
The only thing that's keeping him alive
Is knowing that she's out there somewhere
She thinks she better go and
(Shha)
He has another go and
(Shha)
She thinks she better go and
(Shha)
He has another go and
(Shha)