Common Sense

When you're in some bad light In the climbing flood And you kneel before them It's common sense It's practical Lay low One moment I beg I bolt On a thousand legs What you can't say swallow At the moment I'm bored Buried more and more and more and more

I slam my finger in the door of love God damn the judging Strangers judge All I want, all that I want A burning bush Or A button to push A chance encounter With common sense Common sense