Bush
"Machinehead"


Breathe in breathe out 
Tied to a wheel fingers got to feel 
I spin on a whim I slide to the right 
I felt you like electric light 
For our love 
For our fear 
For our rise against the years and years and years 
Got a machinehead better than the rest 
Green to red machinehead 
And I walk from my machine 
I walk from my machine 

Deaf dumb and thirty 
Starting to deserve this 
Leaning on my consious wall 
Blood is like wine 
Unconscious all the time 
If I had it all again