(poole/martin/poole)
Losing my senses
When you look at me
I think that you feel it too
But you're playing hard to get with me
Sometimes i'm wise
And sometimes otherwise
Why should we be afraid of anything?
Strange we can't trust our wild dreams
We play with fire
But just as you're touching me
Our army of fools march in
Just as you're kissing me
Our army of fools march in
We're getting high from just wondering
What if we die before we
Ever have the sense to start this thing?
I'll shoulder your demons if you'll accept mine
So nothing gets in our way
Strange we can't trust our wild dreams
We play with fire
But just as you're touching me
Our army of fools march in
Just as you're kissing me
Our army of fools march in
Ooh ooh just as you are
Just as you are