Friction - Morcheeba

Locked in a cell for your very last breath

How can it be that

That this is your death

Something is stirring, way underneath

As people ignite the last burning wreath

Friction is turning to fire

Friction is burning much higher

Men in high places

Can’t understand

How to end trouble in this broken land

They have no idea and no feelings for love

Just send in the dogs and they stand well above

Friction is turning to fire

Friction is burning much higher

Them say me bringing the naughty dread

So now I fight for me life

Can’t feel me you

Now can’t feel me wife

Me a feature until you leave unpleased because

Try my call me and beg me

Don’t return to send the light out there

That’s why the friction can’t seize, yeah

Red is the vision

Flames light the street

Danger in droves as we feel the heat

All coming together, the time is now ripe

Think for yourself and forget all the hype !

Friction is turning to fire

Friction is burning much higher

Friction is turning to fire

Friction is burning much higher

Fire brought to my babylon

Turning to fire

Fire burning near my babylon, know how

Burning much higher

I’ll tell you fire burning the babylon

Turning to fire

Fire burning down the babylon, know how

Burning much higher