Crash
Feeder
Polythene (1998)

I put my best foot first and it got burnt
Communication always hurts
I got myself so deep inside a hole
I taste the air go thin as I get
Old... old...(I don't think so)
As I get old... old... (I don't think so)

[Chorus:]
She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when I crash down
Build me wings so I can glide
She's my novocaine ride (novocaine)

Pick up the pieces of my world
Glue them together, I wish I could
I can't believe it as the picture fades
Just like a TV, but the sound remains
...ains (I don't think so)
...ains (No I don't think so)

[Chorus except (novocaine)]

[Bridge:]
Feel it, as I shake
Shatter, illusions fade
Taste my bitter tears
Cut my heart with shears

I don't think so
Aaaah, aaaah, aaaah (I don't think so)
As I get eeee, eeee (I don't think so)

[Chorus except (novocaine)]

She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when I crash down
Ooh, ooh
Novocaine