Regulate

Here I am Stand in front of another Count the veins in your hands Like frost on the glass It pains me to say I feel you'll regulate The breaths that escape I see you stand With your feet in the water Taste the wind on your lips Feel the brief morning mist It kills me to hear You skipped our holy year For miles and miles and miles and miles And miles and miles and miles You'll hear me say On and on and on Hang your head out the window Too close for comfort Borderline Take the exit you'll be fine Sing out the window Dance on the turnpike