Fuzz Factory

This could be the day That I've waited for Tell me something The keys on the tip of your tongue You know No-one's 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-feet 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