Take her out of my headspace
Gonna drive, drive, drive this Cadillac
Cut the ocean road until it runs out of gas
I laugh and I joke, but I'm hurt
So all the bright young sparks
have got a tune they can hum
But it'll hurt I'll dance if they ask,
I need her out of my headspace
Take her out of my headspace
With these 5 .5 litres of blood
for your sweet taste buds
From the 1970s, all dusty and worn,
I reflect the light, but it hurts
run until my knees gave way
I used to wrestle with bears
and kiss poisonous snakes
They scratch and they bite
Headspace, I need her out
and I need somebody to save
Don't take her out of my headspace
Fifty -five point five meters of blood
She's shallow and tastes me
You put a war zone inside me
The dark just makes it worse
I'm running out of options
are you gonna let me know
Or keep showing me the compassion
I'm not acting my age here,
and I'm growing on too fast
If these streets are paved with gold,
Cause Liverpool feels like
has wrapped their clothes around me
She wraps her clothes around me