We´re out on a limb

Should we let the newboys in

We think they can´t do no harm

Let´s humour them

But they need some passion inside

They take it like a cigarette

They feel it when it breaks their minds

In their lungs

and in their chests

No regrets

They didn´t tell me

they´d been there for so many years

I don´t know what to do

I think I love you, you love me too?

Is it really true

You can´t want me

You can´t need me

You can´t love me, see

Well, I feel like I´m at sea

The plank´s beneath my feet

Inevitably we two must meet again

But they´re going to extremes

They´re feeling quite at ease

They fight with brain instead of power

and no-one wins

There´s no answers

Now newboys quarrel,

they´re bitching, they tangle

A tendency to intellectualise,

they won´t let things be

Your conversation locks my door

Then throws away the key

You can´t help me