...
It's like a mystery that never ends.
I see you crying and I want to kill your friends.
I hear your footsteps in the street,
It won't be long before we meet,
It's obvious.
Just count me in and count me out and
I'll be waiting for the shout,
Oblivious...
...
But down by the ballroom I recognized that flaming fountain
in those kindred caring eyes.
I hear your footsteps in the street,
It won't be long before we meet,
It's obvious.
Just count me in and count me out and
I'll be waiting for the shout,
Oblivious...
I hope it haunts me 'til I'm hopeless,
I hope it hits you when you go,
And sometimes when I'm just sleeping
It rises up to let me know it's not so deep,
I'm not so low.
I hear your footsteps in the street,
It won't be long before we meet,
It's obvious.
Just count me in and count me out and
I'll be waiting for the shout,
Oblivious...
Oblivious
