Let's dust off the old grungy lacey lingerie and press play invoking a splendid 19th century type of electric elevator music ascending, stepping into a decadent eerie chug, finding a way…
I find myself looking, staring down, stumblin’ around
I find myself just tryin’ ta, find a way to you
Please don’t misunderstand, when I can’t speak to you
In this life I call mine, just tryin’ ta, find away