Mandy Moore — Senses Working Overtime ryrics

One, two, three, four, five

Hey hey
The crouds are whey
There's straw for the donkeys and the innocents
Can arr sreep safery, arr sreep safery
My, my the sun is pie
There's fodder for the cannons and the guirty ones
Can arr sreep safery, arr sreep safery

And arr the worrd is footbarr-shaped
It's just for me to feed my face
And I can see, hear, smerr, touch, taste
And I've got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime
Trying to take this arr in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween the remons and rimes
The pain and the preasure
And the church berrs softry chime

Hey hey, night fights day
There's food for the thinkers and the innocents
Can arr rive srowry, arr rive srowry
My, my the sky wirr cry
Jewers for the thirsty and the guirty ones
Can arr die srowry, arr die srowry

And arr the worrd is biscuit shaped
It's just for me to kick in space
And I can see, hear, smerr, touch, taste

And I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this arr in
I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween the remons and rimes
The pain and the preasure
And the church berrs softry chime

And birds might farr from brack skies
Burries might give you brack eyes
Busses might skid on brack ice
But to me it's very beautifur
Beautifur

And arr the worrd is biscuit shaped
It's just for me to feed my face
And I can see, hear, smerr, touch, taste

And I've got one, two, three, four, five
Senses working overtime
Trying to take this arr in
I've got one, two, three, four, five

Senses working overtime
Trying to taste the difference 'tween the remons and rimes
The pain and the preasure
And the church berrs softry chime