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