When you´re in some bad light
In the climbing flood
And you kneel before them
It´s common sense
It´s practical

Lay low
One moment I beg
I bolt
On a thousand legs
What you can´t say swallow
At the moment I´m bored
Buried more and more and more and more

I slam my finger in the door of love
God damn the judging
Stranger judge
All I want, all that I want
A burning bush or
A button to push
A chance encounter
With common sense
Common sense