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,
that you only meant well?
well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say,
that it's all for the best?
Of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say?
that it's just what we need
you decided this
whatcha say?
what did she 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,
you don't care a bit