Songtexte: Crowded House. Recurring Dream: The Very Best Of Crowded House. Pineapple Head.

Detective is flat
No longer is always flat out
Got the number of getaway car
Didn't get very far

As lucid as hell and these images
Movin' so fast like a fever
So close to the bone
I don't feel too well

And if you choose to take that path
I will play you like a shark
And I'll clutch at your heart
I'll come flying like a spark to inflame you

Sleeping alone for pleasure
The pineapple head it spins and it spins
Like a number I hold don't remember
If she was my friend it was a long time ago

And if you choose to take that path
I will play you like a shark
And I'll clutch at your heart
Come flying like a spark to inflame you

Sleeping alone for pleasure
The pineapple head it spins and it spins
Like a number I hold don't remember
If she was my friend it was a long time ago

And if you choose to take that path
Would you come to make me pay?
I will play you like a shark
And I'll clutch at your heart
I'll come flying like a spark to inflame you

I'll clutch at your heart
And come flying like a spark to inflame you