Nexus Testo

Laya's got a new agendaT.E.F.E.L. courses, E.U. members
Always playing baptist in a foreign land
You've got your place in the stars
I got the crown at my feet
You drink in Oriental bars
When you're being discreet
And I guess I shouldn't throw stones
So close to your glass soul
Glass soul
You know you've got to make yourself heard
Above the midwest Hiakus
And the Hawaiian birds
Always watching themselves back on video
We did ever so well at playing the game
And needless to say, I was never to blame
And I guess you're good
For one, one more idea
'Cause you're my nexus in a chain of thought
You've got to sensor the truth
You've got to take the odd fall
You've got to go through everything again
And I'll never speak your name again