Counterfeit, counterfeit

That's what you're... shouting at me

I could run but I'd sooner have this

And amicably

Lick the blood stain from your finger

Say what do you see

Remind you that whatever you get is

What you want it to be

You get a feeling, that's what you choose

And I was told there was not a minute to lose

So if you're waiting, jump out your skin

To find a cure for whatever state your in

I tell my good friends 'get out the way'

Of all the lightning hitting the trees today

We get a thrill from clapping our hands

We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance

Ooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend

Coming back, coming back

To a place where... I never knew

Pushing knobs pushing faders but I

Don't know what they do

This reflection in my mirror

Reminds me of you

When I tilt it towards the sunlight

You fall out of view

You get a feeling, that's what you choose

And I was told there was not a minute to lose

So if you're waiting, jump out your skin

To find a cure for whatever state your in

I tell my good friends 'get out the way'

Of all the lightning hitting the trees today

We get a thrill from clapping our hands

We find the nearest girl and ask her to dance

Ooh, I put on my shoes and I'm ready for the weekend