honey if the truth hurts don t look it might go away it s easy to pretend that life is a rosey bouquet i don t need a platter i ll take it straight from the shelf give it to me raw i ll take it home cook it myself brewing up a storm brewing up a storm brewing up inside and is eyes are wild and he can t go on he s brewing up a storm can t afford to lose touch can t afford to lose control the doors are open wide and the wind blows a bitter cold man holds a mystery someone else holds the key oh it s a shame they re the same the answer doesn t have to be brewing up a storm brewing up a storm brewing up inside and his eyes are wild and he can t go on he s brewing up a storm fire in your eyes in your head fire in your touch but i can t shout fire cause i love you too much the race is on the message is in your soul as a thousand thoughts a secound now explode brewing up a storm brewing up a storm brewing up inside and his eyes are wild and he can t go on he s brewing up a storm brewing up a storm brewing up inside and his eyes are wild and he can t go on da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da da he s brewing up a storm