Her spine is tingling, her mind lingeringWay back a year ago,The name’s on the door, yeah she’s changed a lot moreI’ll tell you how I knowLater on we dropped her off, she was mad at firstIn a fog, what does she want, to throw it in reverseAnd with that boredom, the burden’s grown too muchShe waits for help to come, but nothing ever doesLater on we dropped her off, she was mad at firstIn a fog, what does she want, to throw it in reverseShe’ll let herself go, won’t work it overShe’ll burn the house down, then run for coverShe’ll slip into a hot bath and then sleepLater on we dropped her offIn a fog, what does she want?What does she want?What does she want