Paroles de Gasoline

The pattern on this rug tells a story
It's gory chaos but ordered and hoary
And I hate it but strangely respect it like Gasoline

Now I'm lying in the fetal position
I know I never should have been a musician
When I knew my ears would lose their audition
Gasoline
I like the way you smell
Gasoline
I never knew I knew you so well

We always know just what to do
Until the future comes
Now look what we've been through

Only cowards seek refuge in a second language
I should have learned how to speak my native one
I was afraid I wouldn't know how to use my tongue
Gasoline
You're more than a finished product
Running down the aqueduct

What I should do and what I do are like brothers
They're driven by so much more than they're needed
That they're blinded they can't see they're both
I thought we knew what we were doing
But we've considered the unthinkable