The Wire

Eyes are heavy and sweaty, feel I'm reaching for a way out I see white painted horses as I scroll through the courses of the golden ones And I'm on my own Wire me up I'm ready Take me out into a reverie Coloured shapes around me I'm cold but I already know And I want my mind Caught up in the wire Caught up in the wire Caught up in the wire Caught up in the cold no more Caught up in the choir Caught up in the wire Caught up in desire Caught up in the cold no more The wind it blows a clearer note It took me down the estuary said be steady Don't be chasing it, the lure of the glow Back in the zone Wire me up I'm ready Take me out into a reverie Coloured shapes around me I'm cold but I already know And I want my mind Caught up in the wire Caught up in the wire Caught up in the wire Caught up in the cold no more Caught up in the choir Caught up in the wire Caught up in desire Caught up in the cold no more Caught up in the wire Caught up in the wire Caught up in the wire Caught up in the cold no more Caught up in the choir Caught up in the wire Caught up in desire Caught up in the cold no more