I, madness Songtext
von Chagall Guevara

Whirling, swirling, crimson skirts
You get a man right where it hurts
I′m staring at you from the shadowland
Eyes glazed open with a cup in my hand

And you're teasing, teasing as if you really care
I am wheezing, wheezing, I need a little air

It was the last night of summer
Rally ′round the fire
I was feeling kind of sober
Could have been desire

You said you needed a lift
The timing was surreal
Let's make a deal
Let's make a deal

But you better let go of the wheel now
I ain′t been good for nothin′
Drivin' us over a cliff now, baby
I wanna total something
I wanna total something


And you′re teasing, teasing as if you really care
I am wheezing, wheezing, I need a little air

I was staring in the rearview
Practicing a pass
You were there in the rearview
I was losing it fast

You said you needed a lift
The timing was surreal
Let's make a deal
Let′s make a deal

But you better let go of the wheel now
I ain't been good for nothin′
Drivin' us over a cliff now, baby
I wanna total something
I wanna total something

It was the last of December
All the mistletoe was brown
Another year down the crapper
You were counting it down
And now you're begging for a lift
The timing is surreal...


Maybe I′m blessed with a witless tongue
Maybe I′m cursed with imagination
I keep forgetting why we've never kissed
I keep forgetting you don′t know that I exist

You better let go of the wheel now
I ain't been good for nothin′
Drivin' us over a cliff now, baby
I wanna total something

You better let go of the wheel now
I ain′t been good for nothin'
Drivin' us over a cliff now, baby
I wanna total something
I wanna total something