O.P - Number One Lyrics

With a pile of broken books on the table
While the hard noise of the city over any reason
Ice is far
I speak with you
Speak with you
Sat on the ground in safety on the wool
The cage is less dark over me
Touch my legs please
I want to make you understand
Make you understand
My thousand faces
My number one that's in my mind
My number one that's in my mind
Maybe only some obscene graffitis
On the wall could make you say on a stage
I'm working for you
You are the different future
From the cornice I think you'll fall down
On something soft, sure,
Speeches about you, on a mother breast
You thought to live protecting your ego
Your thousand faces
Your number one that's in your mind
Your number one that's in your mind
Sat on the ground in jeopardy
Get over nightmares
Our path is covered
The ice is far, I speak with you
Speak with you
(I speak with you about our thousand faces)
Our thousand faces
Our number one that's in our mind
Our thousand faces
Ooh oo-ooh
Our number one that's in our mind
Our mind