Growing to be just like the other one So concerned with the patterns of the pretty one Move like Dorothy my dear Shoes of red and a heart of a fear
Moved in circles till you were in front of me Trapped in you is just where I wanna be Tell me, does it stay the same Touching parts, playing games
Beast stay hungry Soul stay angry Wild, wild angels Take me away Out of the dust and into the clay
Trapped inside your thoughts of the pretty one Racing backwards, trying to find a little sun But the days, they pass so slow And the moon so heavy when you’re on your own
I looked inside the life of a tired man Trying to find his ride to the other side But he gave up hope and he missed his chance Now it breaks his heart to see Dorothy Dance
Beast stay hungry Soul stay angry Wild, wild angels Take me away Out of the dust and into the clay