Lyrics

What kind of rage is this
That throws itself out against the window pane
What kind of rage is this
That keeps me guessing, keeps me running and us enslaved
What king of rage...
And what kind of fool am I
Tell me again I did not understand the first eleven times

What kind of rage is this
That cloaks itself up and wanders out as fear
What kind of rage is this
That kisses cheeks and lips and eyes and disappears
What kind of rage...
And what kind of fool am I
Tell me again I did not understand the first eleven times

Now "I'm sorry's" down
Now you hold me tight
Now the kiss is found
Hugs abound and mixed signals fly all around
Discourse down
Discourse rolls around on me

What kind of rage is this
That throws itself against the window pane
What kind of rage steals a name
And what kind of fool am I
What kind of fool am I
What kind of fool to let you do it again...