One, two

One, two, three, four

Who gets off on ascendancy?

We all got our problems

I don′t grieve just to cross the street

We all got our problems

We got problems

We got problems

There is no surface

There is no echo

And there is no sound

Wrap me up in your canopy

And still I don't sleep

In my heart, I′ve complicity

That's why we don't sleep

Why we don′t sleep

Why we don′t sleep

There is no surface

There is no echo

And there is no sound

There is no surface

There is no echo

And there is no sound