Where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just
begun to fall
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling
spin me around again
and rub my eyes
this can't be happening
when busy streets
a mess with the people
would stop to hold their heads heavy
[chorus] hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first
oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before
the takeover
the sweeping insensitivity
of this still life
Mmm what d'ya say?
That
you only meant well, well of course you did
That it's all for the best, of
course it isThat it's just what we need, you decided this?
What did you
say?
Ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
Mid sweet talk newspaper word
cut outs
Speak no feeling no I don't believe you
You don't care a bit