This could be the day
That I've waited for
Tell me something
The keys on the tip of your tongue you know

Noone's really late
We've heard it all before
Tell me something 
You grabbed my arm and said

You're sending me 
On a solid thought
Your revolution
And you're shooting sparks

The deed is really done
Tip of glowing mind
Tip of your own tongue
Paid to call and talk this way

You're selling me the time
Last time you were squashed
That I've ever heard before win six-feet small

You're sending me
On a solid thought
Your revolution
And you're shooting sparks
I call you're voice
When O'm rolling home
I'll promise anything
When you're shooting sparks

This could be the day

You're sending me
On a solid thought
Your revolution
And you're shooting sparks
I call you're voice
When I'm rolling home
I'll promise anything
When you're shooting sparks