I'm riding in a car Driven by a man Whose stomach doesn't fit Behind the wheel We are on motorway Or in a mountain desert He really doesnt know How I feel
Silver pylon, pink skyscraper Silver pylon, pink skyscraper Nothing here is real
We're spinning 'round the corner Im thinking life is crazy A thousand silver pylons In the field Then rising of the sight then A beautiful skyscraper So giant thing and shiny Don't look real
Silver pylon, pink skyscraper Silver pylon, pink skyscraper Nothing here is real
Speeding through the landscape I feel the press of leather Like being on TV Or in the film The people live and die here Have bloody happy endings Can someone human size me Tell me how they feel
Silver pylon, pink skyscraper Silver pylon, pink skyscraper Nothing here is real