Paroles: The Automatic Automatic. Seriously… I Hate You Guys.

Intoxicated by this sound,
Nothing but a fever,
Going round,
Concentrated on the tones,
That we did,
Leaving you at home,

That's the happiest,
You've looked all day.
(X 4)

Fall out, picked up unafraid,
Break down,
The crashing of a page,

Tick-tock explosions in your ear,
Their emotion,
Moved you here,

That's the happiest,
You've looked all day.
(X 4)
That's the happiest,
You've looked all day.
(X 6)