Brett Anderson - Crash About To Happen

Your face is armed with a sabotage of lipstick,
You stumble round like a figure made of matchsticks

Step off of the brake, you're a crash about to happen,
Step into the page, how you fascinate

Anaesthetized in a room of alterations,
Politicized by the carvings and the blackbirds

Step off of the brake, you're a crash about to happen,
Step into the page, how you fascinate

And we stop, and we stare, and we wait for it to happen,
And we stop, and we stare, and we wait for it to happen.

They only want you when you're breaking up.
Why do they only want you when you're cracking up?

Step off of the brake, you're a step away from falling
Step into the page, how you fascinate

And we stop, and we stare, and we wait for it to happen,
And we stop, and we stare, and we wait for it to happen,
And we stop, and we stare, and we wait for it to happen,
You're а crash about to happen...