Womba - Faces On TV

Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah

Ah, ah

Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah

Ah, ah

All the same faces are twisting underground

The DJ’s double graveyard shift is burning things down

No one lifts an eyebrow, I need to reply

Till suddenly the air gets sucked out of all the rooms around

I hear the world is moving on her hips

I hear the word is falling from her lips

She could’ve been a stranger, she could’ve had no name

If she didn’t look like she loves to get the blame

For the red crime

So if you wanna hide, I’ll try another name

And if you wanna fly, I’ll fold a pretty plane

If you’re gonna stay, I’ll think of something new

And if you wanna run, then let me run with you

Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah

Ah, ah

Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah

Ah, ah

The psychodelicate girl is floating through the room

While I follow trails of dust into the cloud of her perfume

Think of all the ways to avoid the apocalypse

‘Cause we’ll both be put on trial if I dare to touch her lips

It’s a red crime

So if you wanna hide, I’ll try another name

And if you wanna fly, I’ll fold a pretty plane

If you’re gonna stay, I’ll think of something new

And if you wanna run

So if you wanna hide, I’ll try another name

And if you wanna fly, I’ll fold a pretty plane

If you’re gonna stay, I’ll think of something new

And if you wanna run, then let me run with you

Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah

Ah, ah

Womba, womba, womba, womba, ah

Ah, ah

Ah, ah

Ah, ah

Ah, ah

Ah, ah

So if you wanna hide, I’ll try another name

And if you wanna fly, I’ll fold a pretty plane

If you’re gonna stay, I’ll think of something new

And if you wanna run

So if you wanna hide, I’ll try another name

And if you wanna fly, I’ll fold a pretty plane

If you’re gonna stay, I’ll think of something new

And if you wanna run, then let me run with you