Texty: Underworld. Everything, Everything. Push Upstairs.

Ah, Tina lives in Berlin her voice so seldom on my machine
Is here tonight and I'm on the market and when I'm on the market words move faster
Wire and clouds move thin between us
Like a skin like a salty skin for a seed of fat circles
Smiling smiling her voice so intentionally smiling
In the clouds between us

These are my intentions

Pushin...

Push

Ah...

Through the club a blonde is carryin somethin is carryin me
I'm someone I used to be a grey plastic someone blue plastic
Girl your cream is pushin pushin and

Pushin...
Pushed away
Your body is-a pushin...
Pushed away
Come before the unbelieve

Carryin some lipstick for the boyfriend blonde
Between the rolls of sheets is professionally poised
The faces are watching her
She's watchin the faces watchin her

Pushin...
Push
Pushin
Push

Love

Ah