Steal Yourself - Gazpacho

Saturday night don’t know what date or time

It takes some getting used to

So leave your world and all behind

And everything that you choose

Steal yourself

Some fools gold

I’m fuelled by you and your design

Steal yourself some control

I take from you a tired casual high

He was found face down in a living room

Still clutching on to their ashes

Fistful of sand in a cold monsoon

Its tunnel vision on acid

Steal yourself

Some fools gold

Im fuelled by you and your design

Steal yourself some control

I take from you a tired casual high

But theres a silent fugitive

Comes to you in your dreams

You say theres nothing wrong and that you`ll live forever

Steal yourself

Some fools gold

Im fuelled by you and your design

Steal yourself some control

I take from you a tired casual high