How Your Heart Is Wired Paroles

You're like Bambi on ice,
And there's something in the flash of your arms
A certain longing.

Kick the can I can see you now
Behind the temper and ire.
Mr. Wolf knows what time it is,
He says it's dinner time.

I don't know what you're carrying,
Or how your heart is wired,
But there's a dangerous ticking

I'll cut the red one...
No, the blue one...
I'll cut the red one, no, the blue one...

Raking over the embers and what I come across?
Raking over the embers and what I come across?
Like John Boy said...

My tongue is scaling the north face of your neck
And we're glaring like warriors
But I've a feeling you won't look at me that way
But I've a feeling you won't look at me that way
In the morning

Is this how it goes? These, the final throes?