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
Mould stop to hold their heads heavy
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
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
Hide and seek, trains and sewing machines
All those years, they were here first