LYRICS
作词 : Bagshaw
作曲 : Adam Smith/James Bagshaw
Mr. Sound's just like a fountain
Only goes where the rhythm takes him
Only goes where the sun don't shine
On his own to her paradise
Mr. Sound falls like a mountain
Like a volcano erupting
On a boat on the molten lava
Standing up like wild impala
Standing down like a weekend martyr
Living life at the speed of light
Mr. Sound's just like a fountain
Only goes where the rhythm takes him
Only goes where the sun don't shine
On his own to her paradise
Mr. Sound falls like a mountain
Like a volcano erupting
On a boat on the molten lava
Standing up like wild impala
Standing down like a weekend martyr
Living life at the speed of light
Oh the saviour, the saviour, the saviour
For behaviour, behaviour, behaviour
When a shot of sleep isn't slept
We appear that we have a little left in tune
Mystic man stands like a countess
Like a king dressed in a corset
On a carpet that's red all over
He becomes just a little less sober
Here's a plan for the distant future
You're alive not like a computer in the future
Take the ship from the detox dandy
Have a taste from the open pantry
Remember when you were small, free entry
Living life at the speed of light
Oh the saviour, the saviour, the saviour
For behaviour, behaviour, behaviour
When a shot of sleep isn't slept
We appear that we have a little left in tune
Everyone's got everything wrong
Every man wants every woman
In a patchwork pent up story
We reflect and remind what words mean
In the night we open our ears
To the visual sound of the fear
Mr. Sound and the open diary
Take a look with your eyes closed open
Standing down like a weekend spokesman
Living life at the speed of light
Oh the saviour, the saviour, the saviour
For behaviour, behaviour, behaviour
Oh the saviour, the saviour, the saviour
For behaviour, behaviour, behaviour