This could be the day
That I've waited for
Tell me something
The keys on the tip of your tongue

You know
No-ones ever late
We've heard it all before
Tell me something
You grabbed my arm and said

You're sending me, on a solid thought
Your revolution and you're shooting sparks

The deed is really done
Tip of glowing mind
Tip of you own tongue
Paid to call and talk this way

You're selling me the time
Last time you were squashed
That I've ever heard before win six-foot small

You're sending me, on a solid thought
Your revolution and you're shooting sparks
I call you're voice when I'm rolling home
I'll promise anything when you're shooting sparks