Sweet Marita was right, though an electronic device kept trying to tell her she was wrong
But she’s running out of atmosphere while prehistoric churches sing insanity's song
The rich can’t capture her heart, so they try to anchor her down with fear and loathing
And her TV’s not right. Because her heavens on the inside.

I’m not enough, if my hearts in the basement and I’m not enough if my soul needs replacing and you’re not enough if you need all those faces and she’s not enough for her angelic haters
Singing “You’re one of us” if your sanity’s taken, But she knows she’s enough and she knows they’re mistaken
If we've had enough , crash your waves on their station…because you’re more than enough if your heart can be taken

I’m getting ready for this Soul Line, I’m getting ready for your moonlight
Sweet Marita had a hard time with ice cream women on the red wine,
Coly Dagger plays a cloud nine, Gets all his information online
No major projects in their pipeline, show the screaming right a red light. Get ready for your Soul line.

She’s been dreaming for days, she high on reverb and delays, she keeps her apartment cold
Well there’s a map on the wall with coloured pins and hieroglyphics drawn in a childish scrawl
The highstreet smells like the sea, a five coffee shake hand clutches on her car keys
She leaves at midnight, those small lies taste better in the starlight

I’m not enough, if my hearts in the basement and I’m not enough if my soul needs replacing and
You’re not enough if you need all those faces and she’s not enough for her angelic haters
Singing “You’re one of us” if your sanity’s taken, But she knows she’s enough and she knows they’re mistaken
If we've had enough , crash your waves on their station…because you’re more than enough if your heart can be taken

I’m getting ready for this Soul Line, I’m getting ready for your moonlight
Tweet peter has a hard time with ice cream women on the red wine,
Coly Dagger plays a cloud nine, Gets all his information online
No major projects in their pipeline, show the screaming right a red light
I’m getting ready for the mainline , No plugging straight into the Divine
Astral messages at midnight, cellos rising through the headlights
Dead music plays at head height , corporations marching left,right
All the people on the train line, laying on the tracks one last time
Get ready for your Soul line.