It's over again
The season of err
She's in his head
But it's too late
Three little bells
Ring off in her head
"He's still a mess"
And the catalyst yells
The way she walks, a silent spell
And when she talks, it slips through the air
It slips through the air
It slips through the air
It slips through the air
Stone that's been stepped
Leads to his friend
He's had his head
Fixed instead
Their records will spin
The jukebox in place
Meanwhile our friend
The catalyst waits
Wishy washy saboteur
As they walk, they slip through the air
They slip through the air
They slip through the air
They slip through the air
They slip through the air