elf, Losing myself to you I wake up every day, to find her back again Breeding disease on her hands and knees While the styles turn and the books still burn Yes it's there in the platinum spires It's there in the telephone wires And we spread it around to a techno sound But like a new generation rise Cuz like all the boys in all the cities I take the poison, take the pity But she and I we soon discover We take the pills to find each other Oh but when she is calling here in my head Can you he (guitaretab.com)