Outside, Lookin’ in

Lyrics

Don't make a move Don't blink or breath I hope that no telephones ring A tiny twig snaps beneath your feet And we'll have blown the entire Thing And we'll be on the outside, lookin' in Whoa Ooh Whoa Oh I heard it used to be different: the hot-button more like lukewarm. But things have changed: priorities, margins on paper and Currency And we'll be on the outside, lookin' in Whoa Ooh Whoa Oh