Something is wrong with the back of its head, taking its time as you frame what it said, Its name isn't scary and ways are not bad, but its got a thing with its seventh step dad Get lost in place, It can't find the way, Skin in outerspace And when you go, all you know, is the flow Rising tide, with no eyes, and everybodys lovin' so get in line Its made out of leather and breathes heaps of gold, it smiles when angry and cries when its cold But what does it love when it knows what it need? Who really cares when its just company Get lost in place, It can't find the way, Skin in outerspace And when you go, all you know, is the flow Rising tide, with no eyes, and everybodys lovin' so get in line Rising tide, with no eyes, and everybodys lovin' so get in line