Push to the back to the front to the back again
Noses on the back wall, bringing out the terrapin
Push to the back to the front to the back again
Tunnel vision, I can't see

I want you
To start making sense again [bad word]  creature hopes
They've all been sold
Put it at the front, leave the rest behind
Until we grow old

I want you
To start making sense again

Look out Joe, [bad word] a cliche
Rock and a hard place, nothing to say
Ask me a question, what to do
I can't believe I listen to you

I want you
To start making sense again

Push to the back to the front to the back again
Noses on the back wall, bringing out the terror in
Ask me a question, what to do
I can't believe I listen to you

I want you
To start making sense again