where are we? what the hell is going on? the dust has only just begun to form crop circles in the carpet sinking feeling
spin me round again and rub my eyes, this can't be happening when busy streets a mess with people would stop to hold their heads heavy
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
hide and seek trains and sewing machines (oh, you won't catch me around here) blood and tears (hearts) they were here first
Mmmm whatcha say, Mmm that you only meant well? well of course you did Mmmm whatcha say, Mmmm that it's all for the best? of course it is Mmmm whatcha say? Mmmm that it's just what we need you decided this whatcha say? Mmmm what did she say?