Man without a rudder is ruled by the sea Lost all anchors somewhere in the deep Lover of machines-adrift in schemes Cast his lot among rootless thieves Nightlife swings in the gateway towns but out here in the inches there's a ship going down The sailor keeps swallowing siren smoke Dreaming of a kiss, just beyond the choke.
These strange nights and days- These numbers taking our names
Chorus: Cool this madness down Sop it right on time Got one last chance better cool itdown Before it takes our life
Man without bearings straggles in the wood Counting on the wolf to forget about blood Stacking up blocks for the god of numbers Playing slow pitch with the angels of slumber Now he is alone with the things he made Shaking n the afterburn arcade Games distract but they don't appease What they attract they will not release
These strange nights and days- These numbers taking out names
Chorus
Cool this madness down Dance in a redemption town Chant down desolation Conscius movement come Cool this madness down (repeat)