Feeder - Crash

I put my best foot first & it got burned
Communication always hurts
I got myself so deep inside a hole
I taste the air so thin as i get old
I don't think so

CHORUS
She's my hands, She's my hands
Picks me up when i crash down
Build me wings so i can glide
She's my novacaine ride
NOVACAINE

Pick up the pieces of my world
Glue them together, i wish i could
I can't believe it as the picture fades
Just like a TV but the sound remains
I don't think so no i don't think so

CHORUS

Feel it as i shake
Shatter illusions fade
Taste my bitter tears
Cut my heart with shears

I don't think so, i don't think so

CHORUS

She's my hands, she's my hands
Picks me up when i crash down

NOVACAINE