Lyrics Tell Your Friends - Slut

I hear a call
I hear a knocking
On the door
The door

I feel it come
I see a mocking
Upon the floor
The floor

I feel afloat
Up in the air now
Into my mind now
And my hands

I hear it come
It's coming closer
Into the room now
To the light

Think you gotta go, think you gotta go
And tell all of your friends about it

Think you ought to know, think you ought to know
That if you still believe I doubt it

Tell all of your friends about it
Tell all of your friends about it

I feel afloat
Up in the air now
Into my mind now
And my hands

I hear it come
It's coming closer
Into this room now
To the light

Think you gotta go, think you gotta go
And tell all of your friends about it

Think you ought to know, think you ought to know
That if you still believe I doubt it

Think you gotta go
Think you gotta go
Think you gotta go
Think you gotta go
Think you gotta go
Think you gotta go
Think you gotta go
Think you gotta go
Tell all of your friends about it
Tell all of your friends about it
Tell all of your friends about it

Lo thus by day my limbs
By night my mind

Tell all of your friends about it

For thee and for myself
No quiet find

Tell all of your friends about it