Scratching The Surface

Scratching on the surface
Yeah the walls are paper thin
I can hear the party going
Do I ask if I can join in?
Things were looking up but now
You won’t look me in the eye
Face down in bright lights till sunrise
One, two seconds till I’m locked into
The station of your mind
All the time
And how I wonder if I’ll ever get to
To hold your hand in mine
La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la
I’m thinking of a number
That’s somewhere in between
A hundred and quarter
I caught it in a dream
You can write a message
To anyone you please
Place an order from the Chinese
For a standing white neon tree
One, two seconds till I’m locked into
The station of your mind
All the time
How I wonder if I’ll ever get to
To hold your hand in mine
La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la, la la la la
La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la, la la la la
One, two seconds till I’m locked into
The station of your mind
All the time
How I wonder if I’ll ever get the chance to call you mine
La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la, la la la la
La la la la la, la la la la, la la la la
La la la la, la la la la, la la la la