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