Some people talk to angels
Some people talk to themselves
Well I don't know who you're talking to
But everything you say makes me want you

Some people run in circles
Some people run forever
Well I don't know where you're running to
But everywhere you go makes me want you

You are a novel in a sea of magazines
You make me nervous, you make my heart beat
You are red in a sea of black and white
You are fire you are dynamite

Some people try to change the world
Some people just stay alive
Well don't know what you're living for
But everything you do makes me want more

You are a novel in a sea of magazines
You make me nervous, you make my heart beat
You are red in a sea of black and white
You are fire you are dynamite

You are a novel in a sea of magazines
You make me nervous, you make my heart beat
You are red in a sea of black and white
You are fire you are dynamite
You are fire you are dynamite
You are fire you are dynamite