Lyrics
Creepy little sneaky, little foreign places
Terrifying territories, I can't take it
It's a great big atlas, yeah
I'm feeling dumb
When you've gotten what you want
Maybe I should start over
There's nothing left to want
Up and at 'em again
You don't know what you want
Yeah, I'm thinking it over
Just tell me what to want
Floating little second hands, laugh like jokers
Keeping me from thinking straight, I've lost composure
When you've gotten what you want
Maybe I should start over
There's nothing left to want
Up and at 'em again
You don't know what you want
Yeah, I'm thinking it over
Just tell me what I
When you've gotten what you want
Maybe I should start over
There's nothing left to want
Up and at 'em again
You don't know what you want
Yeah, I'm thinking it over
Just tell me what to want
This is a trip
This is a trip
When you've gotten what you want
There's nothing left to want
You don't know what you want
Yeah, I'm thinking it over
Just tell me what I
When you've gotten what you want
Maybe I should start over
There's nothing left to want
Up and at 'em again
You don't know what you want
Yeah, I'm thinking it over
Just tell me what to want
