Fall back, full moon

Too much too soon

All your blue roomsIn their full bloom

And rather than suffer this torment

I would sooner induce this trance

′Cause at almost the right time, darling

The floorboards move under your dance

And it's right off the scene

Where the man goes into the bathroom to bloody his nose

I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it

I can feel it rising into my throat

I′m bored again

So bored again

I'm born again

So bored

Pressure on your thigh

Option, paralyzed

And rather than suffer this torment

I would sooner commit this crime

In a pasture consumed by bloated bellies

Gorged on desire and wine

And acting on false contrition

Is worse than admitting the lie

'Cause at almost the right step, darling

The action detaches from time

And it′s right off the scene

Where the man starts clutching his shirt to signal his arrest

I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it, I can feel it

I can feel it rising into his chest

He′s bored again

So bored again

He's born again

So bored