Nervous Tics (DJ Tennis remix)

Unbalance, I'd take 'Nother emotional crisis Over your slow pulse rate I'm picking up more nervous tics You're staying inside, playing dead And every time my dog barks It's a bomb dropping overhead More graphic nightmares And I could make that better But you won't let me, don't dare So, unbalance, I'd say This type of ultra coldness Is the worst kind I've shared I'm picking up more nervous tics You're staying inside, playing dead So, all this long wave silence Can we please put it to bed? Can't control Can't control Can't control Can't control Can't control Can't control