Text: Babyland. Lukewarm.

The coil of the spring
Has tighented too tight
It's awkward and tense
And it no longer fits me
Disappointment and stress
Has drained me away
I can't think anymore
It leaves me lukewarm
The intention was here
Along with a purpose
Then came the worry

(Now I'm all nervous)
I want it complete
But it all falls apart
It's never enough
And it's always too much
I don't want it no more
It left me lukewarm.