Take me down to corner of a million miles
Where time is a waste of time
Find me a pleasant tomb and a wishing bone to be left alone with
I'll be waiting by the phone line
Tookah, you're mine
Said the girl you left her so divine
Wooaaah, woaaahh
Come down to the corner of my pain
It's been rigged, yeah anyway
I've been a lonesome babe more than I ever told
And breathe
Oh your mind is a pleasure tomb
Drifting along the gold gold golden
Latch your senses over mine
Tookah, you're mine
Said the girl you left her so divine
Tookah, you're mine
Wooaaah, woaaahh
And breathe, oh your mind is a pleasure tomb
Drifting along the gold gold golden