Leaflets on the breeze

Slogans fill the air

You shook my still-life style

I never thought that I could care

You took me by the hand with missionary zeal

When I think I've had enough

That's when you begin

Leafing through your catalog of sin

Half a mind to stop

I've got half a mind to run

Half awake, I have to think I missed the starting gun

Lead me down the path with secrets to reveal

When I think I've seen it all

When I sit content

You twist me, turn me

Leave me tired and spent

When you cross the line deep in my heart

When the rulebooks have been torn apart

When your revolution's at my door

So much deeper than before

Paper houses burn

Cardboard walls collapse

The mysteries of life

Have just been dumped into our laps

Teach me to forget

Teach me how to feel

When I feel it's all too much

I've got no more to give

But I know you could teach the dead to live

When you cross the line deep in my heart

When the rulebooks have been torn apart

When your revolution's at my door

So much deeper than before