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