Some people talk to angels
Some people talk to themselves
Well I don't know who you're talking to
But everything you say makes me want you

You are a novel in a sea of magazines
You make me nervous, you make my heart beat
You are red in a sea of black and white
You are a fire, you are dynamite

Some people try to change the world
And some people just stay alive
Well I don't know what you're living for
But everything you do makes me want more

You are a novel in a sea of magazines
You make me nervous, you make my heart beat
You are red in a sea of black and white
You are a fire, you are dynamite

You are a novel in a sea of magazines
You make me nervous, you make my heart beat
You are red in a sea of black and white
You are a fire, you are dynamite
You are a fire, you are dynamite
You are a fire, you are dynamite